Sad thoughts for the saddest people

self portrait

I wrote this myself

Its dark in here

in this room

a quite place to cry.

But tonight is different,

for I do not cry.

I just feel numb.

I stare at the blood dripping down my thighs and wrist

oh how my self portrait has a twist.

This portrait represents me perfectly.

The ugly, anorexic, self hearted bitch.

my portrait shall be finished with a bang, ending my story but there's still a twist.

My story was my life, my portrait was my cuts, and now here I lay, silent and sweet, for the bang of the gun took my life