Dont 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.
Dont tell me that I'm strong,
Until you've seen me break down,
Fall apart,
Time and time again,
And cry until the tears no longer come.
Dont 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 will get tired of me too.
Dont tell me 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.
Dont tell me I'll get through this.
That this is only temporary,
Until you've seen my inner torment,
Inside of my mind,
And the demons that refuse
To be silent.
But if you have seen that other part of me,
The scars, pain, insecurities, and bitterness that I hide,
The voices that whisper during the day And scream during the night,
The darkness lurking behind my smile,
And you still stay by my side,
And think me truly beautiful,
Then maybe..... Just maybe..... I'll believe you.
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Dark Thoughts In The Dead Of Night
PoetryCOMPLETED. Prepare for depressing stuff!! *TRIGGER WARNING. MANY OF THESE CHAPTERS WILL BE DEPRESSING AND SOME WILL HAVE MENTIONS OF: DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, SELF-HARMING, BULIMIA AND SOME ANOREXIA. If that is not your thing then please DO NOT read*
