- Stripes - It hurts yet I don't feel it rows overlapping Bleeding yet I don't see it layers uneven Red patches of crimson it stabs it stains Skin pulling falling wrapping itself in protest Razors keeps me feeling it slices it helps I love it the scarring the blood the stains But I hate it the permanence the visibility the worry Like stripes on a farm stripes on my arm it climbs like vines It hurts yet I don't stop I love it I don't want it to stop
it helps Like stripes on a farm stripes on my arm it climbs like vines
