She calls herself an artist.
With a razor as a paintbrush,
The canvas her wrist.

She covers with a long-sleeved shirt
The paintings she draws,
Though they are long red lines.

The red lines may go away,
But the scars will forever remain.
The pain fades only temporarily.

People say to express yourself through art,
So she tries to always use her razor paintbrush
On the canvas that is her arm.