My history is
written in
blood. Every
word carved
deeply into my
skin. Carefully, I
trace out my
story in delicate
letters, being
sure to be perfect
because the ink
is permanent.

I wrote my life
differently than
you will write
yours. You do not
understand and I
hope you never will.
No one deserves
a ****** past,
present, or future,
but the rain still
continues to fall
hardest on those
who deserve the
Sun. The world
works in mysterious
ways and some
were simply not
meant to last.