The Artist

She’s such an artist,
But nobody sees
She’s drowning and drowning
In a silent sea of pleas

Her tools vary
From size to color
Some burn and scar
While some like to smother

Hoping somebody notices
Hoping it’s not too late
Hoping somebody saves her
From her awful fate

She’s done with this life
She’s losing her mind
She’s losing her patience
Waiting for someone to find

That she’s such an artist
But nobody sees
Her beautiful artwork
On her wrists and knees