I'de Sell it if I Could

*I doubt you will understand this poem, but leave a comment and tell me what you think it means. If you want to know just ask*

these cuts on my wrists
are my art
I'd frame them if I could.
paint them on my diary
paint them on my walls
paint them on my...wrists.
I'd sell them if I could.

Just to get some more money
to feed my evil addiction.
A canvas of blood
and scratches as well.
painted deep withing my skin
I'd frame my blood if I could.
buried under my thoughts
buried under my hate
buried under my...skin.
I'd sell it if I could.

I'd buy 100 razors
no matter the cost.
The razor blades,
I'd frame those too.
Given to me by a friend
given to me by a god
given to me by...the devil
I'd sell them too.

After those sold.
I'd have all the money in the world
but again I'd have to face
all the sadness in the world.
my life I would frame
to be watched by friends
to be watched by family
to be watched by...no one.
I'd sell it if I could.

sell it from my wrists
sell it from my skin
sell it from the devil
but I'd
sell it too...no one