Cutting; My Bloody Art
I put my artistic skills to work,Drawing pictures on my skin.
The razor blade cuts smoothly,
The blood rises slowly,
Glistening,
Shining,
Sparkling.
The pain overtakes me
I ride off on the waves of tears
To my safe abode.
The black walls keep everyone out.
I'm safer here,
Locked away
With my pain and my blades.
My art work in red
Against my pale white skin.
It's so beautiful
Yet you hate it.
Why can't you just accept it?
Why can't you learn to love it?
They way that you say you love me.
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