My beautiful work of art

Despair,
its tearing me apart,
my solution: cover my arms in beautiful art,
anyone who looks better beware.

on my wrists and legs my portraits show,
it's a shame that no one can ever know,
my own little masterpiece right on my arm,
the ones that require only a bit of harm,

they show my weakness and my strength,
living my life at such great lengths,
my paint brush is my blade and the canvas my skin,
before anyone comes home i quickly begin,

quick strokes across my arm,
each cut my own little charm,
a couple more and its almost complete,
the blood on my arm is a dry sheet,

my work is done as i drop the blade,
this design is all home-made,
made from everything i hated,
this is that translated.

My work of art, my own little work of art by me.....