-This is dedicated to everybody who has ever cut themselves. It was written as I was doing just that.- <br /> <br />Upon her easel she begins to paint <br />With her favorite brush <br />She feels her pain begin to vanish <br />She feels the familiar rush <br /> <br />Another masterpiece is created <br />As crimson red begins to flow <br />It drips down upon the place where <br />Her other artworks show <br /> <br />The brush is replaced, hidden <br />And with a sigh she dries the blood <br />Putting on a smile she walks out the door <br />While her emotions continue to flood <br /> <br />The relief she feels is enough <br />For her to not care about the scars she makes <br />She will come back again and again <br />To give, in return for what she takes<br /><br />Lauren Renee'<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-painter-5/
