My master pieces were done on canvas
My body was my canvas
The blade was my paint brush
I always been fond of the color red
Brushing the blade all over my body
Head to toe
My paintings are private
But very valuable
The rich were only allowed to view my paintings
Love and understanding was very rare to have
And those that did have that
got to see the amazing master pieces that I have created
They all have different meanings
Watching the paint drip as I stroke the canvas with the paint brush

I decided to retire
I stopped painting
And the people stopped coming
But it's ok
I'll always still have the work that I have created
The,sweat,blood and tears I put into those paintings
Of course I couldn't get rid of them

They will always be apart of me
And now my art is not private
Its for all to see
To learn
To never become the artist I use to be

So yes I am an artist
well...I use to be

She was a girl that loved to write
When 4th grade hit that's where she was inspired to write her story
The beauty started to fade, she started losing her sight

Nobody knew who she really was
Everyone thought she was ok
All she wanted was to feel love

Things got worse
Her escape was her notebook and her pen
Instead of her life feeling like a blessing, it felt like a curse

She knew she didn't have anyone to vent to
And she was all alone crying in the darkness
She's a fighter, she's trying so hard not to lose

She was the girl to always hand people her heart but it was either stolen,kicked or tossed
The carvings on the papers started to get deeper
Making sure she's able to follow the sentences and not get lost

The pain increased,  she became tired
Her heart started to become cold
Now she doesn't know such thing as a “fighter”

After each day passed
She wrote less
Her mind started consuming her, She knows she won't last

The ink has left the pages and found a new home on her skin
Her story was slowly being written on her body
Instead of her work being beaty, it started to become pure sin

She was a book full of different stories
The writing on her skin said it all
Its hard to find what you're looking for, even if her stories were in different categories

She started to look ill
She knew her time was coming
Realizing nobody will know how she feels

Her book is almost finished
The ink is starting to run out
Cherish those last pages, sit down and listen

The book is coming to end
She puts the pen down
She knows her new story is going to begin


She reads her own book
And smiles at the work she has done
She left behind her story, so the people that needs it the most can look

She was her own library, but only had one book
She was the girl that took the ******* she was going through and made a story out of it
She left it behind so the people like her can have hope

The last sentence on the last page said
“Our story isnt over”
It's true so keep that in your head

Everything will be ok
Sit down and read her story
God is watching over us, you can fight another day
Just pray
I promise you will be ok


She's an author that everyone wanted to know
Everyone wanted to know her story

Hey, you know that girl that always jumped around
And she always made people laugh,she was the class clown
That girl that always checked up on everyone
Shes was a fighter, she never gives up
The one that puts others before herself
And the one that always cared about how people felt
She always laughed at everything
And even though she knew she was bad but she just loved to sing
The girl that liked to do everything
She doesn't brag about it, she says nothing
She loves to laugh and smile
And she was so wild
She saw beauty in everything and everyone
Everybody thinks she so fun
She never stood still,she just loves to run
The one that loves to help
People went to her with their problems because she knew how they felt


Yeah you know that girl?
Did you ever know the real her
The girl that always felt miserable to come home
The one that always cried in her dark room alone
She's the one with the cuts on her arms that she lied about
She thought we were blind, that we wouldn't find out
We also didn't realize when she started to look different
None of us seem to bother to ask or listen
Yeah, you didn't know she had an other side to her
She was so down on herself, she felt like she didn't have self worth
Bothered to look at herself in the mirror
Drinking herself away so her mind can get clearer
So insecure about herself, she felt fat
In the bathroom she would always get anxiety attacks
She's only worried about making other people happy, she wanted to be happy but she couldn't
They thought she wouldn't
She would slice the pain away
She felt alone and just wanted to be ok

Bet you didn't know that
I bet you didn't know this either

You know that girl? She wasn't in school today
She said she was coming today, well she actually went away
The girl that always said she was alright
But if you looked deeper into her eyes that was all a lie
Yeah, you know that girl, she committed suicide last night

I need the pain to go away
No drugs and self harm can take it away
No medication numbs it
I didn't know what would calm my mind
Or slow my heartbeat
Once I started thinking about my death
I started to get addicted to the thought
I started to get high off the ways I could die
The feeling of relief knowing it could be over feels good
Overdosing myself with my suicide thoughts
Going in and out of consciousness
To the point I can’t tell from reality between my imagination
It feels too good to be true
This is why I love to sleep
It feels like I’m dead
Dreaming of what I want to come true
Wishing to stay asleep
Suicides thoughts are my drugs...I need it to keep me standing
But I dont want to be an addict
Probably one day I wouldn’t need to worry about waking up
Maybe my dream will come true
Maybe...my dream will be my reality

Sweet angel from above
They sent you to this world full of evil
Thinking you would find love but instead you found hatred
They yanked and plucked your feathers and laughed until you were naked
And left you helpless and alone in the dark
I'm sorry they did that
You were only trying to find love
But instead they broke your wings because you were different
They wanted to make you like them
And that was human

anxiety is like a prison
it keeps you locked up
sometimes you know when you're coming out
and sometimes you don't
sometimes it can be forever and sometimes it can be an execution

anxiety is like the worst disease you can have
it convinces your brain
that something is hurting you
making you shut down your body
sometimes it just disappears ...for now

anxiety is like a haunted house
it seems pretty cool and scary to go into
but once it scares you to a point
you're never gonna want to come back


anxiety is like a voice following you
it's like the other half of you....but bad
it knows your insecurities,weaknesses, and mistakes
and uses them against you
it's to the point where that would be the
only voice you can hear

anxiety is like the society
it breaks your whole world apart
it abuses it, spits on it , chews it
then spits it back out

anxiety is like your best friend
but your worst enemy
it will comfort you
then make you feel like ****

and that's what it feels like have ...anxiety

As she hides behind a mask
with pain and fear
She makes sure to keep it unkown
So no one comes near
Shes been fighting years after years
And shedding more tears
never in front of nobody
she will take off her clothes
Because her story would be told
You would look at her and you would never know
That shes the type of girl
That wants to go
But beneath her skin is someone you would want to know
you won't get that far because how the world made her
her heart is so cold
she doesn't want you to be affected
on what she's going through
so she will cover up all the information and clues
and she will comfort you with lies
If you really want to help her
and know her story
just look into her eyes