She paints a pretty picture
But the picture has a twist -
She paints it with a point
And she paints it on her wrist.
Her paint is scarlet red;
Her brush is silver-sharp.
Wherever it hurts her most
Becomes her canvas dark.
Her picture as many layers:
Stripes and curves and scratches
All crying in a river
Of scars and lines and hatches.
Her wrists now run red
As she weeps into the night.
Confused, ashamed and addicted
She sinks back to the silver bite.
All credit goes to NATHEN7... I was just the inspiration, and all the other people who have been in this place.
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Scarlet Tears: A collection of poems, stories and quotes about self harm
PoetryA book of poetry aimed at people who have or are struggling with the addiction of self injury. These are poems highlighting the growing problems of self harm. It isn't judging, though, and doesn't insist that the person suffering MUST stop or MUST r...
