I marked the place in my skin where I attempted to make my final cut with a tattoo of “Faith” written in Arabic. Having faith that God would bring me through he situations I was faced with at the time saved my life. Because of faith, I never saw the darkness in the tunnel…only the light at the end. Note: The tat on my back has no deep meaning, I really just got it for the hell of it
I have an ear of death. every time someone close to me dies, I add another hole. My other ear (with the scaffold) came about because I was hurting bad inside. You can’t say “ouch” to emotions, but you can say “ouch” to physical pain. I took all that emotional pain and channeled it to that ear.
After each piercing or tat, I feel a sense of relief and accomplishment. It’s like having a good cry. I suck at crying a significant amount of tears, but tats and piercings get the job done. In my world, pain doesn’t mean I’m dying. Pain is life. If you can still hurt emotionally or physically, you are still alive.