he paints a pretty picture
but the story has a twist.
his paintbrush is a razor
his canvas is his wrist.
he paints
a pretty picture
in a colour that's blood
red.
while using
his paintbrush
he ends up finally
dead.
•~~~~~~•~~~~~•
I posted this poem
because everyone should
know that boys
feel pain too.
YOU ARE READING
Why You
PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
