I'm proud of my heart because it still beating after being bruised broken and torn.

I'm proud of my lips because they still can bend upwards and truly mean it.

I'm proud of my chest, because even though it feels like its on fire its not burning.

I'm proud of my mind, because because even with BullSh*t of love it still works.

And I'm proud of my self, because even after feeling like me heart has been ripped apart I still truly smile, I still truly laugh and some time the feeling isn't always crushing me.