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)