I have the body, time to examine.
The scars and marks...

What am I to you, a convenient excuse, put aside...
left out, retired- for your next new "boo...

Anger and hate
I'll pick up my pen where i left off...

Coming to terms with past mistakes
Showing the conclusions written on my body...

Silver whispers caress the drums
Beating in my ears...

If I was your canvas
What colors would you use...

Contains foul words used to.... well yeah......
I once felt numb...

I can see the darkness in your eyes
Reminiscent of the decay and sorrow...

You've never felt the razor
slice away your skin...

Pull down the sleeves
Pull up the socks...

What hurts more
physical pain or a broken heart...

A tarnished innocence once was mine
And there was love and kindness in my eyes...