the ink on skin help remind me of who i am in my darkest of days,
when my identity starts to decay.
they help me up when life knocks me down.
constant reminders,
engraved into my skin
because sometimes,
life sucks.
wisdom comes from experience,
passion from pain.
your confidence hides what people shouldn't see.
the etchings on my body,
tell your story better than your own mouth
what we go through,
isn't easy.
it shouldn't be treated as if it doesn't matter,
it does
don't assume if i'm silent,
that i don't have anything to say.
just know that i can annihilate you with the truth via the ink written on my skin
YOU ARE READING
loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
