Through it all,
Through your pain and
Through your struggles.
You are beautiful.
Whether you believe me or not,
Whether you're blinded by your pain,
Or if you just don't believe me...
Your mess ups don't matter.
You. Are. Amazing.
I wish you'd believe me
And I wish you could see,
Could see that you are,
Beautiful, even your scars,
Everything you've been through,
Everything you've suffered through,
Has made you who you are:
You. Are. Strong.
Even when you were crying,
And when you felt broken...
You were lost and out of control,
But you still are wonderful.
In your deepest pain,
In your weakest hour,
In your darkest night,
You are lovely.
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
