Jul 2018
The ink on my skin
Doesn’t define who I am
So if that changes your view
Of the person that I am
Then I don’t know what to say
Because that ink on my skin
Is there as a reminder
It is a reminder of the hell
I suffered through for countless years
The ink on my skin
Tells a little bit of my story
And if you can’t accept that
Then I’ll tell my story to someone else
Because I am not ashamed
And I don’t regret the decision
Of putting my story on my skin
Doesn’t define who I am
So if that changes your view
Of the person that I am
Then I don’t know what to say
Because that ink on my skin
Is there as a reminder
It is a reminder of the hell
I suffered through for countless years
The ink on my skin
Tells a little bit of my story
And if you can’t accept that
Then I’ll tell my story to someone else
Because I am not ashamed
And I don’t regret the decision
Of putting my story on my skin
This goes out to my boyfriend's parents who don't accept the fact that I got a tattoo. The tattoo reminds me that I am strong and it is a reminder of my past and the fact that I lived through it even though I wanted to **** myself.
