She Paints A Pretty Picture Poem by Andrea Infinity
She Paints A Pretty Picture
She paints a pretty picture, but the story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture in a color that's blood red.
While using her sharp paintbrush, she ends up finally dead.
The pretty picture is fading quite slowly on her arm.
Blood no longer runs through her, she can no longer do harm.
Yes, she painted a pretty picture but the story has a twist,
you see, her mind was her razor, and her heart was her wrist.
this is me but i'm not dead yet....how can i stop before i am dead
Wow...I still cut but idk if this has put an impact on me
i have cut and it is not fun and definitely not worth it...so i am alive today and that's pretty amazing considering what ive been through. :) :) :) :) :) :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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10/12/2024 5:11:48 PM # 1.0.0
'Yes, she painted a pretty picture but the story has a twist, you see, her mind was her razor, and her heart was her wrist.' Well said! A nice poem.