Tribute to the scars on my arm.
Tribute to the friends who'd go through Hell for me.
Tribute to the best friends, who drag me out of my head.
Tribute to the forgotten.
Tribute to the warriors who fell in the battle with themselves.
Tribute to the ones who tried.
Tribute to the ones who held on to themselves even when the world tried to tell them otherwise.
Tribute to the completely normal.
Tribute to the invisible, the ones who walk through life unnoticed.
Tribute to the crazy.
Tribute to the hurt, to the depressed, the demented.
Tribute to the jerks and assholes who taught us how to fight back.
Tribute to everyone who's still alive up to this point.
And tribute to the ones who lost that fight.
But, most of all...
Tribute to you, for being yourself, in your perfect imperfection.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
