she is a lovely painter
but this story has a twist
her paint brush is a razor
and her paper is her wrist

she paints a pretty picture
in a color blood red
because of her sharp paintbrush
she ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
because of her current state
she can no longer do any harm

it gets better....
when?

it'll be okay
no it wont!

im here for you
*******...

dont cry
i cant stop.

Here I am at the deep end
and the one who brought me here
is the one who is supposed to make me feel loved secure..

But for me that's not the case
he is the one who put the bruises on my face
the marks on my body
the pain but also the love in my heart
I don't know where to start

You see when he wrapped his hands around my neck
that's how he show his love
but answer me this how can he show his love if it isn't there?

But hey I don't hate him not the least of a bit
my disrespect and back talking that's why I get hit

My friends judge me
the just don't understand
how it feels to be loved by a good man

My family already have
but he will never let me down

See no matter how far  he pushes me to the depth of the water
he is my anchor the reason I'll never drown

I know he can be as mean as a pitbull
but also as nice as dove I love him with all my heart
we just got tough love.......

A lonely girl
with her vacant stares
screaming in silence
but nobody hears

Her pain goes unnoticed
no one can tell
she smiles like an angel
but she's living through hell

Her eyes brim with maddness
she cuts her own skin
her sad little smile
fades and grows thin

scars on her body
scars on her soul

this hateful world
on her has taken its toll....

Bad things happen to good people face it-
you can try so hard.. but never succeed face it
you can practice and practice but never win face it
its wrong ....

Do you ever feel like your in too deep?
that your making it all up as you go?
and your telling so lies you start to believe them yourself?
do you ever feel like your trying balance one thing and another
but your *** begans to lean
your just hoping and praying praying you don't spill the beans
and ruin anything?
so many secrets so many lies
your just dying on the inside
I mean you wanna confess and get help but its too big of a mess
your to late
theres no way
to save the day
now you feel defeated sad but you cant be mad
because you