Don't
tell me I'm beautiful
until you've seen me in the
dead of night, red flowing
from my wrist.
Don't tell me I'm lovely until
you've seen me sobbing at three
in the morning, trying to fight
off the demons in my head.
Don't tell me I'm strong
until you've see me break
down under the weight
of the world.
Don't tell me I'm wonderful
until you've seen all the scars
that litter my pale flesh.
Don't tell me you love me
until
you've seen me sit there,
pill bottle in hand, breaking
down because I never thought
it would come to this.
(DS)
