Her Masterpiece Is Her Story 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 doesnt 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, youll 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 shes hideous, And theres 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 couldnt take it anymore Shed 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 ever wore a frown. Sometimes shed just fall asleep crying, Praying that shed be enough, Because she didnt 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 close to his wrists. He related to her and she related to him. She kissed his artwork and said hes not alone, When she cut herself it hurt him, Her masterpiece now wasnt just her own. Her masterpiece effected others, Her artwork wasnt 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. Shes trying to be okay now, She thinks she might survive, Even though they didnt think to take away the knives. https://youtube/watch?v=9Ike_pjzzW0
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 11:24:06 +0000
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