My Art

by иεvεя мεαит то вε   Apr 12, 2005


I'm going to draw a picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade, on my wrist
With every cut I make
The more I self- hate
I put that blade upon my shelf
But no matter how much I cut, I still hate myself
my blade is now drenched in blood
its so dark red it looks like mud
I really want to die right now
but I just can't decide a way, how?

**Sorry, I know this is really bad, I just made it up in like 2 minutes.**

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