Her Paintbrush Was A Blade

She painted her life
But this story had a twist
Her paintbrush was a blade
And her canvas was her wrist

She painted numerous strokes
For all she had in heart
All the emotions tucked within
Right from the start

She made an attempt to
Rest her breath and mind
For her heart was bleeding
Much before you could find

The blood that was dripping
from her wounded soul
made her life a mess
she went out of control

you can’t see her die
you can’t see her in pain
all this had to end
the love that went in vain