My flesh is my canvas.
My pain is my muse.
With inspiration like this,
How can I refuse?

No frame is needed,
My scars are my creation.
They show all the times
I've given in to temptation.

I wear my art on me,
So hurt is not kept inside.
And now no one knows
It's my true self that I hide.

This is my therapy,
And it is all that I need.
Whenever I am lost,
All I have to do is bleed.