My Art

Do you want me draw a picture but with a twist
And have it slashed open on my wrist?
I’ll use a razor blade to draw the lines
And I’ll have many different kinds.
The paint will run down my arm.
And maybe this art can be your good luck charm
My art will show my different pains
But crisscrossed on my veins.
This should make my story very clear
And reasons why people like you should disappear.