There was a little girl 

She was innocent and sweet

There was a little girl

A dark secret she did keep

Only one friend knew

Anything was wrong

She was so good at hiding 

Her pain from the world

Her parents only realized something was wrong when her grades began to drop

They never found out what was really going on 

Now she paints a pretty picture

But the story has a twist

Her paintbrush was her razor

And her canvas was her wrist

Never enough to kill

She’d just blame it on the cat

But there is no denying

If she could get out of here 

She would never come back.

She paints a pretty picture
There’s a shocking twist
Her paintbrush was her razor
And her canvas was her wrist
She paints a pretty picture
In the color red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She finally ends up dead
Her pretty picture was fading
Quite slowly on her arm
Blood no longer runs through her
She can do no more harm
She paints a pretty picture
The story has a shocking twist
Her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist.

Dear ex, leave me alone. Stop calling my bestfriend. Stop texting us. After school is over if I never saw you again it would be too soon. Im sorry that I hurt you and no matter how much you deny it, you wanted to hurt me with what you TEXTED me. You didnt even have the decency to say it to my face. You didn’t call. You texted. Congrats you wanted to hurt me and you succeeded. I accept your apology but I do not forgive you. Get over it.