she was
an artist
of her
own twisted
kind of art
she paints
with razors
instead of paintbrushes
and her skin
as the canvas
she cuts open
her wrists
hoping her sadness
will leave
her system tonight
she slowly drags
the blade
across her skin
freeing her
bottled up sadness
she found
a healing
in the process
of wounding herself
feelings in the
form of blood
leaving her soul
flowing out
of her
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
she was
an artist
of her
own twisted
kind of art
she paints
with razors
instead of paintbrushes
and her skin
as the canvas
she cuts open
her wrists
hoping her sadness
will leave
her system tonight
she slowly drags
the blade
across her skin
freeing her
bottled up sadness
she found
a healing
in the process
of wounding herself
feelings in the
form of blood
leaving her soul
flowing out
of her
