I smiled as I looked at my pretty picture. It was in blood red color, paintbrush was razor blade and canvas my wrist.
I smiled as I looked at my work of art. Blood was all around the room, canvas was his chest and paintbrush was my little knife.
They say that there are those suicidal ones and those homicidal ones.
But what am I?
I know that I'm not okay. There are only two options. I'm going to kill myself, or someone else. No other option.
This one is mine too. Yay! I hope that you like it!