Lines in my wrist
Blood and tears

A lot of sounds in my head
Telling I must be dead

Someone asked me if I was okay
I replied “ Yes, I am”
I lied
Behind that reply the truth was I am tired

I chose to keep my mouth shut
And started to cut

Not a dress designer
But cutter and blade were my partner

The barcodes in my wrist are starting to fade
Since this man came
He taught me to value my life
And he became the love of my life

The barcodes on my skin have been replaced by kiss marks
I will love you until the end of my life
I will treasure you like how I treasured my scars
I promise, I will