“I paint my wrists a pretty red To silence the demons in my head Creating art out of my pain It's the only thing that keeps me sane But why do others cry when they see my art? Is it because I ripped the canvas apart? I never understood why they looked so upset I guess they just don't like the color red” PoetrySadnessDepressionSelf HarmBorderline Personality DisorderSelf InjurySad PoetrySelf Injurious Behaviors Author:Y.B.
“When I feel blue I cope with red And the sad part is you completely get what I just said” PoetryDepressionSelf HarmSelf InjurySad PoetrySad PoemSelf Injurious Behaviors Author:Y.B.