PRETTY PICTURES?
she paints a pretty picture
but this story had a twist
her paintbrush is a razor
and the canvas is her wrist
she paints a pretty picture
in a colour thats blood red
while using her sharp paintbrush
she finally ends up dead
her pretty picture fading
quite slowly down her arm
her blood no longer racing
she can do herself no harm
she painted her pretty picture
but her picture had a twist
you see her mind it was her razor
and her heart it was her wrist
LONELY
a lonely girl
with her vacant stare
screaming in silence
but nobody cares
her pain goes unnoticed
no one can tell
she smiles like an angel
but she's living through hell
her eyes brim with sadness
sue cuts her own skin
her sad little smile
grows faded and thin
scars on her body
scars on her soul
this hateful world
has taken it's toll
DAMNED
im damned if i do
and im damned if i don't
so here's to think drinks
in the dark
at the end of my road
im ready to suffer
and im ready to hope
it's a shot in the dark
aimed right at my throat
SECRETS
i've got a secret
can you keep it
i swear this one you'll save
better lock it
in your pocket
take this one to the grave
when i show you
i know you wont tell what i said
'cause two can keep a secret
when one of them is dead
DISGUISE
broken smiles
empty eyes
shattered hearts
and hollow lives
put on your mask
prepare your lies
they'll never see
through your disguise
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Poetrymy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
