Red Stream [sorry if this one is a little too personal] My wrist is a canverse, And my blade is a paint brush. My thoughts are my enimies, And my enimies are mt inspiration. I close my eyes, I take a deep breath, I let it go, And I let the cuts spread. I have a vivid picture in my mind, So its easy for my paint brush to recreate The image that happened today, In the back of school where no body else would find. People say, They have a hard #life themselves. So why, at the end of the day, Do they have to make mine a living hell? [Im sorry its bad]