I'm artwork myself a canvas painted so colourfully tainted
My badges the story of part of my past, forever my scars will last
We all have scars that are invisible mine can just be seen as there more visible
Scarred and with tattooed ink, these are more magical scars I think
Ink me ink me with black, needle penetrates and retracts, I love how the needle attacks
Slicing pleasure going beneath the skin, when my soul grows so thin, they assist my battle and win
My single rose, with a barbed wire stem the bud closed on my wrist, cover the scars with flowers creeping to my fist
My mystic unknown flowers entwined from foot to thigh, helped when I suffered so much I wanted to die
I then added one from my hip to back my joyful slaughter for my beautiful daughter
My magical unicorn head on my shoulder with an eye blood red, for when my depression kicked in and left me for dead
An open rose on the back of my neck just for you mum, my open budded yellow rose is now done
All on the right side still easy to hide, they helped when I was hurting inside
Self inflicted but prettier then the others, my tattoos so close were practically lovers
Etching like razor blades helping me breathe, once in that chair never want to leave,
Luring me with the buzzing sound, like bees flying to the flowers on the ground
I would never part with my beautiful inked art, because there my life's part, all inked into skin and heart, saving me when I was alone in the dark.
Inspired by chat with @Weirdwolf & @Wolfie
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