Emo poems

Her masterpiece

Her paintbrush is a razor,

Her canvas, her wrists,

"I deserve the pain."

She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,

And it will cut so deep,

That this girl will fall

into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how she started

What brought her interest to this,

How do you discover,

that cutting is your form of bliss?

No one would have guessed that she does it.

No one would have considered this one.

This girl is forever fighting a battle,

that she thinks the demons have won.

Her artwork is all over her,

Her beauty is on her thighs,

and if you look in her old trash,

you'll find her letters of goodbye.

Her masterpiece is quite disturbing,

Her masterpiece is a little gory,

Her artwork is her escape.

Let me tell you her story.

She compares herself to every person,

She is compared to each girl.

She thinks she's hideous,

And there's this boy that is her world.

She was bullied and picked on,

She was teased from head to toe,

Hard to believe that her best friend,

was her one and only foe.

Then later she disliked every little thing,

Her body, face and even her mind,

Soon she saw she was a failure,

and it was just in due time...

That this girl couldn't take it anymore

She'd decided she was done living this,

So one day she went home

and decided to end it.

Everyday for multiple days,

This girl would try to drown,

Hard to believe this girl at school,

never ever wore a frown.

Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying,

Praying that she'd be enough,

Because she didn't want to leave her family.

She knew about their sweet love.

This girl found hope in small things eventually,

She soon would see this beautiful light,

and find a REAL best friend,

that helped her put up a fight.

Her masterpiece soon was leaving,

Her artwork was almost faded,

and it gave her a sick feeling,

the feeling of being jaded.

She found a boy that actually loved her,

And showed her love exists,

And this boy too had a masterpiece,

placed close to his wrists.

He related to her and she related to him.

She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone,

When she cut herself it hurt him,

Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own.

Her masterpiece effected others,

Her artwork wasn't just for herself,

She now had people,

who saw her cries for help.

And then her family found out,

So then they saw the art too,

to them they were just scars,

To her they were the truth.

She's trying to be okay now,

She thinks she might survive,

Even though they didn't think

to take away the knives.