there once was a girl who was an artist, but here's the twist a razor was her paintbrush and the canvas was her wrist.
"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless" they were written word for word nobody thought otherwise after-all, that girl is so happy, that'd be absurd.
one night it was raining and the thoughts became to much she reached for her blades and blood poured out with just one touch.
the next morning her parents found her, it was an "accident" they would say. because after-all, whould'a thought that their happy daughter wasn't okay?
She fought endlessly for her life, but it was all to much to handle little did she know that she'd be one of many in this suicide scandal.
first stanza is from tumblr and i decided to add a twist, i have no idea who the original owner of the first stanza is but i hope its okay that i tweaked it a bit to use it. thank you and have a nice time reading, please comment!! thanks!