I'll paint you a pretty picture
But this picture has a twist
My paintbrush is the blade,
My canvas is my wrist
I'll paint you a pretty picture
In a color that's blood red
Though while using this sharp paint brush
I might just end up dead
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2022 23:48
- Category: Sad
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There is another canvas waiting to be painted, it's called the life canvas, sometimes it's cruel, most times not, but it's still worth painting.
The poem is beautiful, as are you. I can't say that it's okay, but it will be okay. We're all messy inside, including me, but I've learned to embrace the mess and work with it. I know it sounds like a bunch of crap people tell you, but as someone who's been there before, I know that there's a way out. As Mr. Bell so wisely said, don't turn to the canvas of blood and death, insead turn to the canvas of life: YOUR life. You can paint it however you want, and though it may suck sometimes, it's worth it, believe me. Don't let your emotions take over. It's okay to have them, but as soon as you give in to your emotions then you're letting the world boss you around. Don't do that. You matter and you are a lovely diamond sparkling, don't let yourself go dull.
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