Not by me. It’s anonymous. But I liked it…

She painted a pretty picture 
But this picture had a twist
You see..
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In the colour that is blood red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture is fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted a pretty picture
But her picture had a twist you see
Her mind was the razor 
And her heart was just the wrist..