you don't have to
try so hard
to be
someone else.
i love you,
just the way
you are.
i never understood
the concept
of you
destroying yourself
bit by bit,
but i guess,
we all have that
feeling that eats us
and demands for it
to be recognized.
i hope someday
you'll comprehend
how beautiful
you truly are,
without the bruises,
without the cuts,
without those emotions
gnawing inside of you.
i love you,
just the way
you are,
believe me.
it's just that
i want you to
look at yourself
the way i
perceive you.
YOU ARE READING
construing sentences
Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]