Carve the word slut on my arm,
So I don’t forget what I stand for,
Carve the word hate into my wrist,
So I know that it flows in my veins,
Carve the word love upon my heart,
I know I will never find it,
Carving words on my skin,
So I know the pain I felt was real,
Trace the scars,
Imprinted words everywhere,
This body is no longer a waste,
It’s my art work,
A canvas that I paint on,
Red!
Always bleeding from the inside,
Confusion spelled so sloppily on my back,
How I reached I don’t know,
This world is just a mystery,
One I don’t care to solve,
Death I carved so long ago,
Is on my right shoulder,
And life Is on my left,
Raped deeply I carved into my thigh,
A place you should have never touched,
But you did!
I carved faith on the palm of my hand,
Because my hands fall far from it,
They pull me down,
Words of my life,
Carved upon my flesh. |