You see this pain of mine?
This beauty my body betrays of me
The incredible story of Me written in crimson ink drawn from the well beneath my flesh…
I can mark every time I’ve loved or hated
Every time I’ve been happy or sad
Every single damn time I’ve hurt
I can pinpoint that moment in the words etched forever on my body
I am a story
Will you listen to me?
May I tell my tale?
Or will you turn the other way in disbelief
Hardly daring to see the truth in my eyes…
Will you be the beginning of a new story upon my skin?
You might as well pick up your pen right now
Scratch in your words, draw the ink from this eternal well
Join the millions who have added their thoughts
Don’t worry…
It won’t hurt,
Not in comparison to the pain you will bestow upon me by turning away
I wish to speak my truths
To let them drop like the heavy stones they are from my mouth
But who will believe me?
This is why my story continues
Until life must fade away
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