Cute you say
That my skin if soft
Why
Why do you ignore it
What am I worth for
You
To do this?
An effort to make
Certain
That my scars be called perfect
why
What am I worth to
You
You show me
Yours
Hoping to help
And here again I forget
About myself
About me
Slowly,
My lips press against your side
On each scar a battle would
You
Believe me to judge you
Yet
Here you stand before me
Against the world
Scared
Yet
Strong
No matter how hard I push away
Your
Compliments persist
Why
YOU ARE READING
Here I am
Random"Time will pass as a waterfall. Will you swim out, or flail under the stream?" •self harm •depression •anxiety •Eds •dysphoria
