Don't tell me that I'm beautiful until you've seen the marks etched on my skin and the ones inside my heart that I hide.
Don't tell me that I'm strong until you've seen me break down, fall apart, time and time again, and cry until the tears no longer come.
Don't tell me that I'm a wonderful person until I shut you out completely and push you away because I promised myself that you are just like the rest and will get tired of me too.
Don't tell me that I'm lovely until you've seen what nights are like and the terror that sometimes possesses me.
Seen me sob, tremble and question "Why me?" until I run out of air and collapse.
Don't tell me that I'll get through this and that this is only temporary until you've seen the inner torment inside my mind and the demons that refuse to be silent.
But if you have seen that other part of me. The scars, pain, insecurities, and bitterness that I hide. The voices that whisper during the day and scream during the night, The darkness lurking behind my smile and you still stay by my side and think me as truly beautiful
Maybe, Just Maybe...
I'll believe you...
