It's at this point that
I'm starting to understand what people mean when they say a
tattoo lasts forever.
When I look at my body and see
only what used to be but is no longer
When I am constantly reminded
of some of my hardest moments.
At the time I thought they would be reminders of what I overcame-
but today they feel like reminders of pain.
They feel like I'm telling the world of a moment I feel stuck
in, they feel like a scream for help that was ignored. They feel
like a part of my life that I can't stop carrying.
I feel trapped by who I was in that moment.