My Masterpiece:

by Jamie Ryanne   Apr 1, 2005


My masterpiece was painted, my razor as the brush.

As my paint dripped to the floor, my heart began to rush.

My anger was leaving me, my sorrow drifts away.

My paint was smeared on my canvas, as I hid my brush for the day.

My paint will dry, dripping down my arm, but my masterpiece will stay with me as a sign of my self harm.

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Much Love,
Jamie

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  • 19 years ago

    by Hayley

    wow thats really good i love the idea...i've done one kinda like this, you should check some of my poems out.

  • 19 years ago

    by PinkLaces

    Wow, Powerful.

    Failed

  • 19 years ago

    by Jamie Ryanne

    Thanks u guys! it means alot to me that ppl care! and im not alone! Keep Reading alot moreto come!

    -Jamie-

  • 19 years ago

    by Maz

    A really great way to decribe what we self-harmers go through. I love teh words andf teh style. Take care

    xX MAZ Xx

  • 19 years ago

    by Bailey

    that was a very good poem. I understand it exactly. Keep up the great work!

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