These scars.

I cut these words into my flesh,

I cut these words into my haert.

I hear them when I move,

I hear them when I stay still.

I am not arrogand

nor am I a high thinker of myself.

But damn I love myself.

I love my brain,

I love my haert.

I love my words.

I love to watch the stars.

I love to see the sun rising.

I love the smell of rain.

I love the smell of flowers.

I am adicted to many thing.

But I love them all.

I love my music.

I love to smoke.

So why are there cuts?

These cuts in my face.

These cuts in my haert.

Where dit this happen?

I love my scars,

a reminder of who I am.

Often I wonder what if.

WHAT IF????

But damn I love this.

I love me.

I hate sociaty,

and even maybe I hate you.

But you love me.

You do!

Don't you?

Where will I go?

Why am I here?

Its a mystory.

A strange riddle.

I have enemies.

Many enemies.

I will fight till I die.

No I don't think you care.

But yet you do!

Intresting is this world...

Intresting is this life!!!

Where are we going with this?

Where will this end?

With the cuts on my arm,

the cuts on my face

and the cuts on my haert Ill soon see.