Razors & Make Up

She paints beautiful pictures but there's a big twist
A razor is her paintbrush and the smooth canvas is her wrist
Razor blades as her blush brush and blood as her make up
Bad mind , shes wondering if one day she shouldn't wake up
End it now or live another day which should she take up ?
Her days are filled with tears , and she's ran by her dark fears
She tries to hide her pain with teddy bears and deep slices behind her ears
Her family asks whats wrong but she just blocks it all out with sounds in her head
She hears gun shots, car engines , and crazy whispers and shouts instead
Each day she gets thinner because she decides not to eat
And even with shoes on the hot ground burns her feet
She feels like there's no way to go on , so she decides to end it there
She takes the razor to her wrist again , deeper and deeper with each tear .