Skin.

My skin…defines who I am. It’s my history. My story. With all the invisible ink marks that once read words that described me. With scars that overtook me. With the touches of people I once loved. But of all the things it is…there’s one thing it is not. Dead.

http://www.quotev.com/suicidediaries here is my page where i post things…you can look if you like…I have a fake name so people don’t know who I am.