I watch the trickle of red,
As it glistens a deep scarlet red.
The pain is numb.
Just like your words you said to me.
The beautiful painting, I painted on my canvas makes the world disappear.
Darkness starts to consume my inner thoughts.
My beautiful canvas glistens in red.
My brush helps me paint the picture perfect.
My canvas is my wrist, my brush is my razor.
My pain is numb and gone.
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Life
PoetryIt's funny how life teaches you valuable lessons, some are tragic and some are happy.
