I was unable to speak. Felt ashamed. I felt I was the only one going through it. I learned to hold myself together. I felt pain. It hurt so bad. I felt it in my throat, my chest and I was misunderstood. How can I speak about this? Why would someone hurt me like this. The was unbearable. I could never hurt anyone like this. My pain will be forever locked up. Buzzing is that what that is? Put my music on and got relaxed. Buzzing , needle in and out. suddenly I felt alive. I was finally able to express my self. My ink is my story. Now I'm judged!? They ask me why would a beautiful girl do that to herself. They say explain it. I share as they ask me if they can share it with there daughters. My ink my story..