Raven Mylisha Adams

I draw a pretty picture
          	I draw it on my wrist 
          	The more i see this picture 
          	The more i cant resist,
          	
          	Im gonna paint a picture,
          	It has a little twist, 
          	My paintbrush is a razor,
          	And the canvas is my wrist
          	
          	A broken mirror a bleeding fist
          	A silver blade agisnt a wrist
          	Tears falling down to lips unkissed
          	Shes not the kind youll come to miss