Don't you tell me that I'm beautiful
Until you have seen my scars
That carve my body
And the blood that pours out of my soul
Don't you dare tell me I'm lovely
Until I have completely shut you out
Because I've sworn to my self
You're just like the rest
And you'll get sick of me
Don't you dare tell me I'm flawless
Until you have seen me break down in tears
I'll show you my darkness
That consumes me and you'll run away
But if you have seen my scars
Bitterness
And darkness
Then perhaps I will believe you.
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PoetryBullying, self harm, cutting, depression, and more. Read if you like poetry.
