Paint and a canvas to blade and a wrist

I used to know this girl

Who only ever wanted to draw

But she hid her drawings

To make sure nobody saw

Her drawings were unusual

They all had a twist

Instead of paint and a canvas

She'd use a blade and her wrist 

Reviews

[jse]

Emma, I really enjoyed this poem! The ending was a shock and reminded of me of the poem, "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson.

With the lines, "she hid her drawings/to make sure nobody saw," I feel like you are speaking about the insecurity that artist and writers feel about their work. The closing lines, "Instead of paint and a canvas/ she'd use a blade and her wrist," suggest the personal nature of writing and painting. Both writers and artists reveal pieces of themselves into their work, as if using their own blood instead paint.

I would like you to describe some of the drawings she has hidden away. I would really enjoy hearing you describe them.

Good job, Emma! I truly enjoy your work!

[Misery]

Tell us more of the girl.
What happened to her?
Does she still use a blade?