A Picture

It's time to paint a picture,
All alone in this empty house.

A picture made of blood,
And filled with agony.

A picture on my wrists,
So this pain will cease to exsist.

It's time to paint a picture,
Feeling unwanted in this world.

A picture painted with knives,
And pain from deep within.

A picture I will hide,
I'm not okay, not sorry I lied.

You will never grasp the meaning,
Only I will understand.
Don't even ask about it,
I don't want a helping hand.