My leg is a canvas
As I've said before
A canvas to showcase my pain
To show the scars that exist in my mind
Brought to life and close to death
By my brush that is a blade
My pulsing red life
My blood becomes my ink
I write my story in these sharp strokes
My heart is my muse
The pain my motivation
And death is my only buyer

Don't
But it helps
Not for long
But it does for now
You'll have scars
My scars tell my story
But there's so much pain involved
I'm already in pain anyways
Won't you regret it?
No, I only regret holding out this long
What will your mother say?
I don't give a ****. She had her chance.
What will the world say?
They can say what they want. I'm done