If you see my scars, please don't leave. Please don't pretend you don't see them. Please don't pretend that they don't exist, because i know they are there. I can tell when some one looks at them. I remember every second that i wasted making them. I remember all the tears, all the pain.
If you see my scars, take my wrist, or pull up my shorts, and kiss them. Tell me that you are proud for me still being here. Tell me that i'm still beautiful. Tell me that you love me no matter what, and tell me that life is worth fighting for
Tell me that you will be here to hold my hand while I fix myself
Tell me its gonna be okay
