A canvas freash and white
Paint that's red and bright
Strokes placed with care
All done with the blankets stare
She drains her soul on to the canvas
For the final picture she is anxious
Sadly she will never see it
For amongst the paint she sits
Help was the only word upon her skin
Carved over old creations again and again
This newest piece of art
Is when she finally split her wrist and fell apart