Sorry to everyone I promised that I wouldn't relapse... It's harder than you think especially with what's been happening today. Yeah I'm sorry I really am I don't care if you believe me or not

I paint a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
My paintbrush is a razor

And my canvas is my wrist,
I paint my pretty picture
In a colour that's blood red

Quite slowly on my arm
The blood is not racing through me
I can no longer do harm

I painted a pretty picture
But my picture had a twist
You see my mind was my razor
And my heart was my wrist