Carved In Ink.

I want to carve my skin with ink;
write everything I feel, think;
that way you will always know
and can never say ‘I hide too much’.
I want my thoughts, my feelings, my pain
all there for you to see.

I want the ink to bleed from my veins,
so you can’t play innocent anymore,
so you can never say
you didn’t know how I truely felt about it;
so you can never ignore my pain again.

Carve my skin with ink,
so you’ll always know,
always know, always know …
Just what you’ve done to me.



Zombie