Thursday, March 24, 2011

It was easy.


And it was easy for us
We could be ourselves,
However we wanted

And we wrote on our bones
Scratched ink into skin,
To remind us
Of things we wanted to forget.

But then it wasn't easy anymore
When we realised
That everything wasn't
As beautiful
As we first thought is was.

Things could hurt us,
More than a small fight
With a friend could
Or losing something important.

And that hurt in itself,
That we had no control
Over the things that hurt us
That other people could hurt us,
But sometimes not as much
As we could hurt ourselves.


Some Girl said...

This is perfect.

The17 YearOldNaive said...

this is amazingg.
Ah and the photooo reminds me when I got my first tattoo haha;