I want to be tattooed everywhere, my arms, my shoulders my torso my legs. I want to be covered with beautiful artwork that I’ve chosen to paint my skin with. I want it to be solid black lines and bursting colors, intricate and simple- everything I’ve never said but desperately wanted to show. I want to be so covered that when I look at myself I won’t see one naked spot, so that when I’m tempted to rip open my skin with a blade, I’ll be too distracted by the beauty of my work.
Replace the pain.
if you ever catch yourself feeling guilty for not having it together, just remember that your mental illness has robbed you of the time you needed to grow. please be patient with yourself, you are doing the right thing, please don’t get anxious over it. take your time.
I needed this.






