There is a new form of art and it rips our bodies apart we begin with a silver brush and soon we get addicted to the pain and rush our paint is the color red only to leave us wishing we were dead our cries are not heard and our words left unsaid we hide our masterpeices but only the urge increases and we begin to paint art once again only this time we hit a vein and the pain is done but it seems that no one has won.
The cuts you posses upon your sleeve travel from upper arm to wrist like a road trip to Alaska; you took back roads. I see it in your deep red smiles, how you yearn to feel my kiss around your machinery And their cruel bumps run across your arm like paper made with empty air holes. And I need you to know that I'll use your innocence to speak to you about how (one day) you'll be fine
stop judging. she cuts, because it's her escape. she starves herself because she wants to be perfect. she wears makeup to hide her insecurity. she reads and keeps to herself because she's scared. she's a b*tch because she's broken inside. she talks to guys because girls hate her. shutthefuckup &stopjudging. words hurt.
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December 14, 2013 2:40pm UTC
Her eyes are filled with tears, her heart is filled with pain. Everyone wonders but no one can explain. She doesn't speak, for she is too shy. It's only because she is sick of the lies. She walked down the halls, with an emotionless face. For someone gave her a broken heart tied with a lace. Now she stands alone with tears. As her life became filled with fear. She watches the boy she love walk away. She wants the world to pay. She watched him fall for another. "I will never fall for any other." She cried to the blade. As she made more cuts that never fade. She was too weak. "it's over" she speaks. And slowly she jumped off the cliff. It doesn't matter she was just a mischief.