Beautiful scar

You're a pretty drawing on my body,
So vibrant, fresh, red, and bloody,
The pain so crucial keeping me here,
the scrapes and cuts with razors and shere's,
So lively makes my eyes water to see such art,
the things I see tearing my skin apart,
your so called "help" causes me pain,
And just makes me "draw" again and again,
I am an artist I do it for a living,
I'll draw for you, thank me for giving,
the masterpiece in my mind stay a float,
Weather I should draw on my throught,
Only when the time is right,
things i do in the dark shall be done in light,
on one clean "paper" I'd draw,
You'd wish you never saw,
You knew immortality failed,
Sadly death prevailed,

**You might think this poem should be under depressing poems (if you understand it) but i was pretty happy and pround when i wrote it so it ended up here**