Scars and ink makes art
I think
Life and death make a stupid bet
I think
I think therefore I am.
I am what?
Pain and misery?
Questions and mystery?
A mind betraying it's body
Is it thinking
I think I am a bad person
Does that make me one
I think I am hopeless
Does that condemn me?
I hope it doesn't
The scars are not what I thought
But they are what I am
The pain is eternal but my life is temporary
Legacy of the damned I would call it
Safe from judgement
As it is art
Tattoos are considered art
Tattoos are considered scar tissue
I think it art
therefore it is
But the scars underneath beg to differ
The people see them
They think they are scars
Therefore they are
And therefore
A sugar rush
a melodic hush
A bloody gush
A last push
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poesíaa bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
