i lie awake in somber thought as the night goes on and the rain trickles down
i love the rain
the soft patters on your skin
the sweet drops sliding down your arm
arms littered with bruises and scratches and scars
scars that you arent proud of but youve learned to love
love for yourself that you never learned to do because you only had your mother to teach you
teach you all the wrong things because you are wrong
and how you think is wrong
and how you work is wrong
wrong, all of you is wrong
standing in front of the mirror and seeing how little you look like her but are always compared to
comparing yourself to others
hating how you look because they wear your features better than you
you
who are so needy and broken that you lay every night restless and staring unmoving, sleepless
thus always to sleepless nights
that make you lie awake in somber thought and without sweet escape or company
the rain has stopped
your scars are beautiful
you are beautiful
you are not your mother
you are not her
you are you
and you can rest
the sleepless nights arent your only company
we are here
