I don't do it for the pain
I do it for the blood, the high
and the scars that come after

lots of lobe
*~*Becky*~*

This heart is forever broken
and mottled with sin
Never to be released
of the pain it's always in

I actually made this up it's a stanza to one of my poems but i really like it!

lots of love
*~*becky*~*

Scar tissue… It’s like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Miss him
missing you

Distancing you
from yourself

From bleeder
to writer