teu ttat iirn beaatiful
until youVe seen the marks
etched in my skm
aml tho ones on the inside.
on my heart,
mat i hide.
dont to" mo hat fin strong
until youVe seen rno break down.
fan apart.
time and tine again.
ay until tho tears no longer come.
dont tell rne hat ifrl a wonderful person
urttl i shut you out compOly
you away
because i promesod myself
that you are just like the rest
youll got tired of me too.
dont toll me hat ih Imely
until youVe seen what n•ghts are like
the terror that sometimes possess mo.
seen me sob tromt*o and question •why me?
uml i nn out of air
collapse.
dont ton mat ill get his
that this iS only tertvotary
until youVe seen the inner torment
ins•de of my mit%i
me demons that refuse
to be silent
btn if you have seen that other part of
the scars, pan, and bitterness
that i hide,
the voices that whisper day
ard scream durng the n•ght,
the darkness behtod my strile.
you stay my side
ttur* rne truly beautful.
then maybe... just maybe... i be•ve you.
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