A Deadly Picture (Self-Harm Poem)

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She paints a pretty picture

But see there's a twist

The paint brush is a razor

And the canvas is her wrist

She paints a very nice picture

With warm paint that's blood red

Finished with her picture,

She finally is dead

Her pretty pictures

fade slowly on her arm

Blood no longer racing through her

She can no longer do harm

... She painted a pretty picture

But see the picture had a twist

Her mind was a razor

And her heart was her wrist.

Please don't cut. I love you.