"just scars."
they aren't just scars.
they are the demons i fought at 3 a.m.
they are my insecurities,
my deepest fears,
and my lonely nights.
they are the insults i have received and the emotions i can't contain.
they are a part of me and
are what i have become.
YOU ARE READING
Motivation.
Poetryhey, stop scrolling. everyone who is reading this: I'm so glad you're alive, I'm so fucking proud of you. you are loved. don't give up, we're almost there. you are going to make it. ♛
