Pretty pictures I'm drawing here
Pretty pictures with pretty red paint
Right here on my white skin I carve
My blood is the paste
Isn't pretty my art?
Isn't simply divine?
Perhaps I should carve deeper?
I'm sure no one would mind
I have to wipe away my tears
Wipe them away before they shed
Because one drop of a tear on my vein
I am sure as good as dead
My paintbrush is silver
My paintbrush is sharp
My paintbrush is thin
See how it glimmers in the dark?
I have to make sure my canvas is perfect
Not one mistake can be made
Because once the paint dries
The scars will overtake
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Self-harm poems
PoetryPoems about sadness and self-harm and depression this is my first so yeah hope you guys like it .