She can paint a pretty picture

 

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She can paint a pretty picture

She can paint a pretty picture

But the story has a twist:

Her paintbrush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist.

Her pictures, they tell stories

Of what’s passed and what’s to come,

And though she tries to change the message

She always goes back to one.

She can paint a pretty picture

But the story has a twist:

Her paintbrush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist.

The tale is one of sorrow,

Of loneliness and fright.

It is carved into her canvas

In the corners of the night.

She can paint a pretty picture

But the story has a twist:

Her paintbrush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist.

The picture is overflowing,

One wrist is not enough.

She needs to find more canvas

But finding space is tough.

She can paint a pretty picture

But the story has a twist:

Her paintbrush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist.

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KJ Cartmell

Stacie, I read through your poems. You have a clearly defined issue, and the beginnings of characters and a story. It's powerful stuff. Now, tell it again as a narrative. Get in this girl's head. What makes her tick? What issues in her life are driving her to cut herself? It's probably much more than just peers at school. Her home life sucks as well. What drew the boy to her? She must be pretty and sweet, and vulnerable. Her vulnerability will call to him like a siren. He wants to take care of her and save her if he can. Now, tell the tragic love story. How do they meet? When does he first see the scars on her wrist? How does he win her trust? What is her family's reaction to this new relationship? How does his family react to him pursuing this broken girl? How does he recover when she finally kills herself? Because, in the end, she should die. That would drive home the stupidity and the loss and the failure of it all. And, he will recover, but it will be a hard road. You can tell this story, Stacie, and it will be awesome.

Stolen Innocence

I find it funny how a smile can hide a broken heart,

And how the masking of your feelings is a secret art.

Would you have seen it coming? I know she hides it well

The whole world is really under this girl's tragic spell.

 

Thinking nothing of the glare in her big brown eyes;

Little do they know, they're a great disguise.

She wakes up, watches the sun rise,

Starts reeling off the bucket loads of sad lies.

 

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," she replies.

 

No one can hear the scream of her internal cries.

She thinks there's no hope and no faith left to give.

Feels no reason and no purpose for her soul to live.

 

How could you take this girl, and make her feel secure?

Then go grab your mates, and make her feel impure?

'Cause now she's damaged forever and her thoughts are stained;

With every memory you gave her you should be ashamed.

 

Did you like it when you heard her screaming out in pain?

I bet the thought of it, is driving her insane.

One of the worst crimes that you could commit;

And for what? Just for your own selfish benefit.

And now she's thinking, "Do I even deserve to live?"

'Cause what you did there is no way she could forgive.

She was so innocent, until that event,

You made an indent, on her presence.

 

Now she's forced to travel down her life on this path.

Guess you really didn't think of the aftermath.

Was it intentional?

Are you delusional?

Did you understand what you were doing at all?

What a waste of such a precious girl I will admit.

You took advantage of her and now you've ruined it.

And I just hope that one day she will recover;

And a genuine smile she will discover.

 

Sometimes the outside, it doesn’t mean a thing.

'Cause this girl she's beautiful when you start digging in.

And I'll admit that, there's nothing left to say.

But I promise that everything will be okay.

And just remember that I'm here for you whenever.

It's gonna be that way with us forever.

'Cause you know that I'm never really very far.

And when you hear this song, you'll know who you are.

 

So I hope you cherish the words that I wrote for you.

And I admire you for everything you've been through.

You are stronger than you'd ever know I promise you,

Just think back at all those awful things, you know it's true.

You're still standing here, healthy and alive,

And if you truly believe I know that you'll survive.

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Baby Don't Cut

She's only 17, her whole life's ahead of her.

She hates school because the people there discredit her.

Her boyfriend tries to show her that's not how it seems.

But everyday she just gets lowered with her self-esteem.

He let's her know that every night will have a brighter day,

She even tried to overdose and take her life away.

She's feeling hopeless there just sitting down beside her bed,

Then he takes his hand and places it beside her head.

 

He tries to hold her but with every touch she still resists,

And then he sees the scars that bury deep within her wrists,

She's feeling numb, he tries to beg and plead and ask her, "Why?"

She says this way she has control of the pain she feels inside.

He's asking her, "How long it's going since you've felt this way?

Because you got me here, just feeling so damn helpless."

She says, "It's been a while. I guess I needed better luck."

And then he screams at her and tells her, "Baby, never cut!"

 

Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own,

But listen, pretty lady, you don't have to be alone.

So, baby, don't cut, baby, don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end,

You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend.

But baby don't cut, baby don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

 

The next day at school she's feeling better than the day before.

Even cracked a couple smiles as she walked the corridor.

But all that seemed to end: she dropped her books when she walked into class.

And every student in the room just seemed to point and laugh.

She couldn't take it anymore, she sent her boy a text.

She said, "I love you with my body, heart and soul to death."

He thought nothing, typed "I love you", then he sent it.

By "death" he didn't know that she had literally just meant it.

 

She ducked the next class, ran home into the bathroom.

Thought to herself she wouldn't break her promise that soon.

One cut... two cuts... three cuts... four

The blood just started dripping from the tub to the floor.

Her boyfriend had a feeling in his stomach that he hated.

He followed it right down to her house he never waited.

The front door was open, he heard the water running.

He stormed into the bathroom and his heart just started gunning.

 

Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own,

But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone.

So baby don't cut, baby don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end,

You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend.

But baby don't cut, baby don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

 

He puts her arm around his shoulder, he's just tryna lean her back up.

Yelling out her name as he lays her beside the bathtub.

Feels his whole world just took a hit from a big avalanche.

Screaming out so heavily, "Somebody call an ambulance!"

Feeling mad angry like somebody's led her onto this.

Her eyeballs are rolling, drifting out of consciousness.

Thinking to himself why the hell did she just stop at will.

The tears just keep on rolling as they head to the hospital.

 

Paramedics rush her in, the doctor calls emergency.

She's lost a lot of blood the place looks like a murder scene,

An hour later, the doc walks over with a sour face,

And says, "Excuse me for the words that I'm about to say.

I'm sorry for your loss," the boy just starts collapsing.

His own world, his own girl just took a crashing.

Saying to himself that it's his fault and that he let it up.

"Baby, I thought you made a promise you would never cut."

 

Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own,

But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone.

So baby don't cut, baby don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end,

You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend.

But baby don't cut, baby don't cut.

You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut.

 
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