Don't you dare tell me I'm beautiful until you've seen my scarves that carve my body and the blood that pours out of my soul. Don't you dare tell me I'm lovely until I've completely shut you out because I swore to myself, you're just like the rest and you'll get sick of me. Don't you dare tell me I'm flawless until you've seen me break down in tears, I'd show you the darkness that consumes me and you'll run away, but if you have seen my scars, bitterness, and darkness then perhaps I believe you.
