Bruises and scars.
My fists are hard
the walls are harder.

Please do not get close to me
Because I fear that if you do,
You'll decide that I'm not worth your time
And I will lose you too.

I swear that in that moment
The sun could've been burning out
And I would never have
Noticed.

Some scars will last forever
as stories written on our skin,
They tell the stories of our past
and all the places you have been.
They were left there for a reason
to remind you that you're strong
for all those cold, hard, bitter days
when it gets harder to go on.

Come outside with me
and we can stand in the rain
it's truly amazing
how it can wash away the pain.
Now look down at your scars
count them while you do
because they are and will remain as proof
of all the times you made it through.

You are a shining star
dancing in the night
there's so much power in you
that's why you burn so bright,
but sometimes clouds roll over
and block out all your shine
but don't worry they will break soon
you just have to give it time.

Sometimes I stop and ask myself,
was the poetry worth
the pain
in the end?