She paints a pretty picture but her story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor
Her canvas is her wrist
She paints herself a pretty picture
In a color that's blood red
Every day she paints all over body and looks at her piece.
She looks at it and it almost brings tears to her eyes.
She watches her paint drain.
Her eyes drift close and she waits to wake in the morning.
Day after day her story continues and and her wrist canvas has been filled with the deep red.
She moves on to her next canvas.
This girl is me... Repost if you feel or do this
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