What if, one day your brokeness,
Turns into happiness.
Perhaps those scars,
Will be as beautiful as the stars.
You'll no longer feel like a mistake,
And those smiles won't be fake.
You'll live a joyful life,
No longer relying on the knife.
You might feel like you finally belong,
Thankful that you stayed strong.
So darling, please stay,
It's all going to be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
