Traurig

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Her paintbrush is a razor

Her canvas, her wrists

"I deserve the pain."

She shrugs and insists

One day the brush will push down

And it will cut so deep

That this girl will fall

into an eternal sleep

She doesn't remember how she started

What brought her interest to this

How do you discover

that cutting is your form of bliss?

No one would have guessed that she does it

No one would have considered this one

This girl is forever fighting a battle

that she thinks the demons have won

Her artwork is all over her

Her beauty is on her thighs

and if you look in her old trash

you'll find her letters of goodbye

Her masterpiece is quite disturbing

Her masterpiece is a little gory

Her artwork is her escape

Let me tell you her story

She compares herself to every person

She is compared to each girl

She thinks she's hideous

And there's this boy that is her world

She was bullied and picked on,

She was teased from head to toe

Hard to believe that her best friend

was her one and only foe

Then later she disliked every little thing

Her body, face and even her mind

Soon she saw she was a failure

and it was just in due time...

That this girl couldn't take it anymore

She'd decided she was done living this

So one day she went home

and decided to end it

Everyday for multiple days

This girl would try to drown

Hard to believe this girl at school

never wore a frown

Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying

Praying that she'd be enough

Because she didn't want to leave her family

She knew about their sweet love

This girl found hope in small things eventually

She soon would see this beautiful light

and find a REAL best friend

that helped her put up a fight

Her masterpiece soon was leaving

Her artwork was almost faded

and it gave her a sick feeling

the feeling of being jaded

She found a boy that actually loved her

And showed her love exists

And this boy too had a masterpiece

placed around his wrists

He related to her and she related to him

She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone

When she cut herself it hurt him

Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own

Her masterpiece effected others

Her artwork wasn't just for herself

She now had people

who saw her cries for help

And then her family found out

So then they saw the art too

to them they were just scars

To her they were the truth

She's trying to be okay now

She thinks she might survive

Even though they didn't think

to take away the knives