I am determined to cover the scars riddling my body with the sweet black ink. To cover the once red oozing cracks and burn marks with blooming flowers and healing gardens. Ink gardens filled with love and empowerment. To let the flowers bloom from the cracks of the hurt
You died that day. No, your heart beat on-- But you died that day. I watched your soul break And I broke too. I don't fear the death of me, I fear the death of you.