Picture

I'm going to draw a picture,
But this picture has a twist,
I'll draw it with a razor blade,
I'll draw it on my wrist.

Immaculate shades of crimson,
Cover my brown arm,
I draw whatever I feel,
I draw what is within.

My mind tells me to stop,
Committing this heinous crime,
I should not be doing this,
Consuming all of my time.

This art will not be in a gallery,
Or at any show,
I cover it with the sleeves of a shirt,
So no one has to know.