Fallen Stranger

My body is like a prison.
It is like I am a different person in a stolen body. In this world I feel hated and rejected., pushed aside and un-loved, un-thought of.

Blades on my skin take my breath away at first, but otherwise the physical pain feels great, for the first few seconds my emotional pain is forgotten. But it doesn't stop the mental abuse attacking my nervous system and my memories.

That is why I do not care of colouring my skin in ink. It hides away certain truths I do not wish to speak., and some tell a story.
- Proving a lot of points as to why I am not afraid of people anymore and will mostly stand my ground.
Tattooes written in words and lyrics, describe me better as a person and what I have grown to become.

I am not a bad person, just been shielded from the happiness of reality and into the darkness of guilt and sorrow.

If you would like to get to know me a bit better, feel free to make contact, I don't bite anymore ;)