Hey there(;
I'm jaley. Whats your name?(:
Stuff about me:
Im freaking 14.
Freaking freshman.
Freaking July 2.
I love (almost) everybody.
You can talk to me about anything and trust me not too tell anyone.
And i wanna make a quote so I'm done with this.
Hit me up(:
She paints a pretty picture
but this picture has a twist.
You see, the paintbrush is a razor
and the 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.