Each time you slit your wrists and sewed them closed your skin grew stronger.

Every scar someone forever a part of you.

I don’t know who I am anymore. 

I have no skin left unscarred, no part of my heart undamaged. 

But a a damaged heart is better than no heart.

And despite the bloody graffiti others have left, it is still mine. 

– – – – by Karsten Fatur (Instagram:@karstenfatur)