I'm better with my scars,
I'm better when I'm broken
When you see my battle bruises,
that's when I am at my best.
When I plug into what's next,
in the now, that's when I'm better.
I hope you had the audacity
to accept the real me.
'Cause if not, I'm leaving this place
en route to keep telling myself
that I'm better, with my bruises,
with my scars. With all I've got.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In Middle of Unknown Places
PoetrySP. Solo palabras que emanan de una mente tan ruidosa como la mía. Poemarios, pensamientos y escritos de un universo distraído con los colores de la aventura. ENG. Only words emanating from a mind as noisy as mine. Poems, thoughts and writings of a...
