I'm painting a picture
A picture of emotions
A bittersweet mixture
Dark, painful, yet smiling
Silver, metallic
Are the words which I write
Silver, metallic
As the razors in sight
Peach and soft
Are the stanzas I pitch
Peach and soft
As the skin on my wrists
Crimson and oozing
Are the feelings you read
Crimson and oozing
As my arms while they bleed
I'm painting a picture
Perhaps it's my last
My brush is my razor
Maybe the pain won't last
YOU ARE READING
Original Poems by Me
PoesiaPoems -- love, heartbreak, depression -- all-original right here, written by yours truly.
