stars on my arms
there was a time ago. a time where my life was simpler, a time where i didnt carry battles scars with me just yet. i met someone that offered me his stars.
i now look and i have formed stars of mine own. 2 years ago i was suposed to get one inch stars tatooed on my wrists...today i woke up with a 2 inch star on my right wrist. it covers my marks, it covers my growth, it covers my pain.
i then look to my arm and face the brutality of a year ago and the star that apeared on my shoulder after hours of bleeding myself dry.
i now want more. i want more of the blood i left behind. i want more of those scars that i no longer hide. i want more than i have today, i want more than i hold today in my thoughts.
i now look and i have formed stars of mine own. 2 years ago i was suposed to get one inch stars tatooed on my wrists...today i woke up with a 2 inch star on my right wrist. it covers my marks, it covers my growth, it covers my pain.
i then look to my arm and face the brutality of a year ago and the star that apeared on my shoulder after hours of bleeding myself dry.
i now want more. i want more of the blood i left behind. i want more of those scars that i no longer hide. i want more than i have today, i want more than i hold today in my thoughts.