She paints ...

Hello again.

this is a sweet poem i saw on face book. it has so much meaning and i can relate to it strongly so i thought i must share it with you all.

this isnt my work

but who ever's it is is a truely great poet

 

Enjoy

 

She paints a pretty picture

but this picture has a twist

you see.. her paintbrush is a razor


and her canvas is her wrist

she paints her pretty picture
...

in a color thats blood red

while using her sharp painbrush

she ends up finally dead

her pretty pictures fading

quite slowly on her arm

the blood is not racing through her

she can no longer do harm

she painted her pretty picture

but her picture had a twist

you see her mind was the razor

and her heart was just her wrist