Can you love me how I am?
With scars instead of skin
And darkness swirling behind my eyes
Instead of sunshine
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
I drape my wrists across the steering wheel, roses cannot die from here
Can you love me how I am?
With scars instead of skin
And darkness swirling behind my eyes
Instead of sunshine
