Pretty Pictures..

by Julie   May 14, 2006


She paints such pretty pictures,
with just one little twist.
A knife as her paint-brush,
and she paints them on her wrist.

The red paint is her blood,
all over her bedroom wall.
She feels so un protected,
like she was never known at all.

The pain is never ending,
and she\'s slipping off the edge.
She hopes you find her letter,
she left on her window ledge.

She paints such pretty pictures,
with just one little twist.
A knife as her paint-brush,
and she paints them on her wrist.

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  • 16 years ago

    by NicoleBaby101

    Wow! i thought this was going to be a completly diferent poem, but i still liked it! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by uponfairywings

    Great poem, I like it very much.

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