Tattooed Survivor


My body is a novel,
And every ink stain
Is a chapter that I can not speak

The petrified words of anxiety, stress, and loneliness
Are inscribed in me like a manuscript of testing times

My muted screams are reminisced,
through each needle that deeply pierces my scarred flesh,
Over and over again
I endure the harsh words along
With every brutal contact of unwanted flesh

Most moments were painful,
Some were numb
Unlike the memories,
The ache never lasts as long

Every drop of blood that seeps out of my skin,
Was a tear that I was not allowed to shed

I write my story on my body
For others to see,
To scream into their eyes,
That there is still fight in me

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