you are of broken pieces,
scattered all over.

you are of cuts and scars,
blood stained-blade is your friend.

you are of a mess,
hair all over your face, makeup ruined.

you are of darkness,
wishing to be one with the moon and stars.

you are of silence,
like a doll, oh so mute.

you are of strength,
holding yours tears in so others don't worry.

you are of loneliness,
confining all your deepest darkest secret within.

but you are you,
the guy or guy who held on,

despite all the harm you inflict yourself,
you're still here.

*and you should love yourself,
you are perfect just the way you are.