I'll draw a preety picture colorful and deep, a preety preety picture everyone will see. Shall my preety little picture be on paper? Oh, no this I must forever keep, safe with me for all eternity. Shall I use a crayon? No no, that will not do! How about a knife? Dagger? Broken glass? Tisk tisk, which one to choose. Ah, now what to draw on? leg? arm? face? wrist? hand? Choices choices choices, whichever shall I chose?
I drew a preety picture...deep into my wrist. I drew it with not a knife, but a nail added a twist. And from that preety picture, a crimson fountain gushed.. so beautiful, so colorful... how long would it last.....
My preety little picture screamed with ice cold pain. The crimson fountian grew rushing from my veins. My preety preety picture made me shriek in pain, and all my sorrows washed away all my toment and hurt. The icy pain turned to ashes within my burning soul. A deep calm numbness washed over me and I froze completly cold...
Yesterday, the world abandoned me...
Yesturday, I lost control..
Yesterday...I drew a preety picture... two simple words evryone refused to hear.. Two simple words everyone did see...
Today they dug a hole, as deep as heart...
Tomorrow they will bury me and leave me in the dark...and there I will forever stay, alone with my preety picture... Two simple words, noone understood..My last desperate cry, etched forever in my wrist....
Help Me
 angel396 · Fri Jul 08, 2005 @ 04:12pm · 8 Comments |
