skin left sore and damage. My purple flesh leaves marks that signify hate within others. Pain left from fathers and mothers, sister and brothers, friends or foe. IĀ believe the skeletons I hide, have more guts than I do. Being pushed around and abused by those close to me without fighting back. But I know I would rather take a thousand cuts before giving one. I may seem so well put together from the outside, but I know on the inside I have been torn apart.
This is part of a project I am doing called the colour wheel. It is a draft piece and isn't very organized right now. I would love feedback moving forward with it.