She paints the pretty picture
But the story has it wrong
She doesn't like the masterpiece
She's painting all night long
It started with her mom
"You're a worthless piece of shit"
So her parents became a razor
That painted on her wrist
Then a girl at school went
And told her she should die
So the bullies became a razor
That painted on her thigh
Her best friend left her in the dark
And said to "get a grip"
So she became another razor
Painting on her hip
Her boyfriend left her for another
Didn't think it would harm
I guess he's just another razor
Painting on her arm
These stories are long gone now
But she still cannot get through
She now believes all the things
Said to her are true
So she doesn't care for bullies
Her parents or the boy
Because her mind is now in control
Of the metal little toys
The paintings are all on her
But the story got a twist
When her mind became the razor
And her heart became the wrist
c.k.
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Sterreloos
RandomReal friends are like stars. You won't recognise them, until the darker times come.