Hey Witty Profilers! ♥
You know my name, not my story,
You know what I've done, not what I've been through.
You don't know me, and you're not going to.
If you wanna judge, judge yourself.
P.s. Everything here is for a reason. It's all real and true and mine and means something to me, so if it doesnt to you ,i don't care, just don't hate.
She paints a pretty picture
but this picture has a twist you see..
her paintbrush
is a razor
and her canvas is
her wrist
she
paints
her pretty picture
in a color that's blood
red
while using her sharp
paintbrush
she ends up finally
dead
her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
the blood is not racing
through her
she can no longer do
harm
she painted
her pretty
picture
but
her picture had a twist
you see her mind was
the razor
and her
heart
was just her wrist
not
mine
I listen, I help, I know what I
wanna say, but I don't get to.
I help you thought it, but I never get my word in.
I only know how to help because I've been
there.
I'm a puzzle and I've got all the pieces,
they just don't fit together.
You should see what I wanna say, but what I
can't.
What it takes to hold it back and why I do,
what it is that I hold back.
And maybe, just maybe,
you'd start to see things from my
eyes.