She paints a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist
She paints a pretty picture
In a colour that's blood red
While using her sharp paint brush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted her pretty picture
But her picture had a twist
You see her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist
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Suicide & Depression Quotes
Ficção AdolescenteI'm not suicidal but I do cut. I'm not proud of it but it's my only way to get rid of the pain. These quotes are some quotes that I found on the internet
