Her paintings

She likes drawing Beautiful pictures But they are hiden It feels like she is destroying Destroying herself And the pictures She draws at night Sometimes her drawing overhelms Mostly they don't feel right But this little poem has a twist The story isn't finished Because the paper is her wrist And the pen a razor But you can't blame her She just wants to lose this pain She never wants to feel again She is a diamond in the rough But she doesn't here this all enough That's why she has these scars That's why she hides her paintings She doesn't wanna explain things No one would listen They watch how she slowely drowns While asking her why she won't swim There's no reason for her to win So she draws that one deep painting And finally her life took a ending