The Neverending Story -------------------------------------------
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
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
It reminds me of Ray Bradbury. The Illustrated Man. It's sort of like that, only darker, more morbid, more haunting. Very beautiful leandra. I have scars both inside and outside myself, but soemtimes it's the ones outside that I need the most. Again, a very beautiful piece.
An interesting take on cutting. I have a friend that was a cutter and when I was trying to understand why someone could do that to themselves, she said, "Some of us wear our emotional scars on the outside."
Floored me, and now I can look at pieces like this and while I still don't understand (completely) the physical fixing the issue, I do understand wearing scars emotionally. We all have scars. Mine hide underneath my flesh. Yours tell a story.
Guess that was my paragraph to add to your story.
I'd love to offer suggestions fro improvement, but I cna't find anything wrong with this. Other than being sad, horribly sad.