Feb 2015
A canvas
So lifeless and Empty
No feeling nor emotion
You Take your paintbrush
forceful drag it over the pale white
Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down
The canvas is your skin
The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
So lifeless and Empty
No feeling nor emotion
You Take your paintbrush
forceful drag it over the pale white
Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down
The canvas is your skin
The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
You're not alone if you ever think of self harming please do drop me a message I can help:) x
(Northeast of England)
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