I stand in a crowded room,
Yet I stand alone.
I live in a house;
But it's not a home.
I'll paint you a picture,
A picture with a twist...
My paintbrush is a razorblade,
My canvas is my wrist.
I'll feel better
When I cannot feel,
Cos feeling's the only
Thing that's real.
Maybe I'll wake up
And this will all be a dream;
This painting is the most beautiful
I have ever seen.
Becky Ginn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-harm-picture/
