Self-Inflicted Artwork.

Artwork comes in many different form,
Every one beautiful in there own way.
You may no see it that way.
Because you know your artwork.
Is socially unacceptable.

It is self-inflicted artwork,
Written with a razor,
On your skin.
Leaving behind a picture,
that’s say a story,
You couldn’t find the words to speak.

Your artwork will never be shown,
In the art museum,
Or even in public.

But the doesn’t mean,
That its not expressing,
The pain,
The agony,
The sadness,
You hold inside.

Just because they can’t see it,
Doesn’t mean it is not there,
You and I know it is there,

Your self-inflicted artwork,
Can scare others,
It scared me for a while,
But knowing your reason why,
Eased the hurt I felt.

Sometimes it still scares me,
Because I know you could push down that razor to far,
One day and that could be it,
The end of you,
Of you my love. 

So please my love,
I ask you one thing,
Please try for me, for us,
To find another way to express yourself,
Your pain,
Your past,
Your present.

Because I need you more,
Everyday,
Every hour,
Every minute.

If you were to leave,
It would kill me too.