I saw the tattoo you had,
sad looking, blunt in colour.
The look on the lady,
told me everything.

You said it was nothing,
nothing was a lie.
The tattoo on your arm,
told me everything.

I tried to ask,
I tried to find out everything,
but you just kept quiet.

'Form of art..' was all you said,
or at most,
scars of lies.

I never really understood,
the meaning behind it all..
The pain, the suffering behind it all.

Sadly, the tattoo,
told me everything.