Suicide

She writes such pretty words.
On her canvas made of skin.
A knife to slice it open.
And blood to make it win.
A prick to paint the words.
She felt from deep within.
A slice to take her life.
From everything thats been.

And maybe she`ll win the blue ribbon.
Because shes now a work of art.
And still shell bleed her soul out.
Till shes completley rippes apart.
A paintbrush couldnt save her from the soul thats trapped inside.
From the pain that never heals, its solved with suicide.