Pretty pictures

There once was a girl
who drew such pretty pictures
a flick, a twitch, a slight twist
of brushes made of razors.
cloths of material covered her pictures
for the canvas was within her wrists
such a pretty picture
that would stop right underneath her fists
 she loved doing it so
that she drowned herself with the color red
for as she slowly lost all feeling
she realized within these pictures were her death
and die she did
for she loved these pretty pictures
everyday, every night, within her walls
shed slowly paint away her fixtures
Her family found her slumped against the wall
her paintbrush clenched in her hand
Red surrounding her body
covering her canvas so grand
you see she died thinking maybe
she will go to a better place
somewhere where no one can judge her
for the pictures she drew behind every face
Her story was dark
her canvas so red
her wrists were her heart
that she wanted so dead
she left behind a wall
that would never be looked at again
for pretty pictures like hers always vanish
for pretty girls like her are never sane