pain is not beautiful
I look at my scars and proudly whisper 'there's none new.'
but they stare back and whisper 'none that are quiet that old too'
pain is not beautiful, pain is not something to marvel at or to think of as a gift
pain is not what makes somebody, what makes somebody is that they survived the pain
the scars are not what make you beautiful, they're just the evidence of your past battles, what makes scars remarkable, is that they're reminder of the hard times you've endured
but also they're not over yet. You have to keep fighting
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrydepressing poems the first few are not written by me but most of them are Caution: not recommended for anyone with depression or someone with suicidal thoughts may be triggering
