There's a tattoo with a design of you
Not really of you, a memory of you.
I will casually look down upon this piece
I have and think of those crazy days.
Hmmm, how I glance upon that tatt.
There's a cut marks upon my left wrist,
How I will look at that frequently.
Sometimes, I think what I did wrong with that cut.
Which led me to the next cut, that was deeper.
Yet, it still was not right,
For I'm still here before you,
Hmmm, how I often wonder about those marks.
There's a cut marks upon my right wrist,
How I will look at that frequently.
Sometimes, I think what I did wrong with that cut.
Which led me to the next cut, that was deeper or in a different spot.
Yet, it still was not right.
For I'm still here before you,
Hmmm, how I often wonder about those marks.
Then I recall why and no I'm not
A Spiritual being or think I'm
Unstoppable or cannot die
Yet, upon these particular times it was not
My time.
For there truly is a reason for us all.
Mine was not meant to die.
©vicki
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