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.

goodgirl616

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.

goodgirl616

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.