MY STORY

THE LINES ON MY ARM TELL MY STORY.
THEY SAY, THIS YOUNG MIND AND BODY HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH PAIN SINCE LIFE HAS BEGUN.
HAPPY TIMES ARE RARE BUT THEIR MEMORIES AREN'T ALLOWED IN THIS STORY.
IN THIS STORY THERE IS NOTHING BUT HATE ANGER PAIN AND SORROW.
IT HURTS TO TELL THIS STORY BUT SHE DOESN'T MIND.
AS LONG AS EACH LINE LEADS A NEW DOOR FOR EACH MEMORY OUT OF HER MIND AND ONTO HER BODY.
WHERE ALL THE PAIN IS NUMB.