My Body Is My Canvas

December 5, 2011
By deathonapedestal101 GOLD, Owego, New York
deathonapedestal101 GOLD, Owego, New York
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Favorite Quote:
If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do observance to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.

My body is my canvas, inspired by the world around me. I add little imperfections to my flesh. Why am I the freak? Everyone has imperfections whether it's scars, a broken heart, freckles, braces, uneven lips, or many more crucial qualities that have to be at the peak of perfection in order to belong in society. I don’t care. My imperfections define who I am. They make me an artist. The scars on my wrist help remind me that a hurt like that should never be forgiven. You’ve altered me completely. You made my heat a black hole of nothing. I loved you and you used me. You’ve hurt me beyond compare and ripped my heart out of my chest, then left it on the floor in shattered pieces. You’re a monster and you’ve made me some stranger to myself. I will never forgive you.That is why my body is my canvas.

The author's comments:
this is how i feel about the people i trusted who turned out to be someone different then who i thought they were. a personal tip: dont ever judge someone, but to be quick to trust the wrong person either. </3

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