She writes such lovely poems
But nobody really cares
She hides them all the time
To avoid the judging stares
She wrote one yesterday
About a boy who said he loved her
But to her own dismay
She caught him with another
She wrote one about school
And the words painted on her locker
“No one likes you, stupid bitch.
You’re lucky I’m at soccer.”
She wrote about her parents
And how she wished they were together
But she knows that won’t ever happen
And forgetting’s probably better
Yes, she writes such lovely poems
But there’s so much more to this
See, her pencil is a razor
And the paper is her wrist.
It's been so long! Sorry, I've been busy with other sites. I'm back now with some art to upload. I'm also willing to take requests for drawings and animations. Just ask and I'll try to do it!
Well I drew it by hand, scanned it to my computer, and colored it in MS Paint (using my mouse, it takes a while but I don't have any other programs)....