I paint a picture
With a twist
With a razor
Against my wrist
You hear my pleads
You see my cries
I writhe in pain
And you wonder why
I made these scars
Not long ago
I cry it out
With tears of pain
I've held it in
Now I can't let go
These words of sorrow
Hidden deep inside
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
I paint a picture
With a twist
With a razor
Against my wrist
You hear my pleads
You see my cries
I writhe in pain
And you wonder why
I made these scars
Not long ago
I cry it out
With tears of pain
I've held it in
Now I can't let go
These words of sorrow
Hidden deep inside
Request permission to use this poem