Don't tell me that I'm beautiful until you've seen the marks etched in my skin and the ones on the inside, on 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 untill the tears no no longer trace my cheeks
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 you'll get tired of me eventually
Don't tell me that I'm lovely until you've seen what my nights are like and the terror that sometimes possess me. Seen me sob and 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 tempory until you've seen the inner torment inside of my mind and the demons that refuse to be silent and peaceful.
But if you have seen the other part of me; the scars, pain, insecurities, imperfections and bitterness that I hide. The voices that whisper during the day and the screams during the night and the darkness lurking behind my smiles. If you have seen the worst of me and chose to stay by my side and think of me truly beautiful. Then maybe, just maybe
I could believe you.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
