Look at a tree and see the beauty caused by the weather it endured. Let your hard times bend your trunk and twist your limbs. Let the wind rustle your leaves and crack your bark. Let the hard times mould you into the unique symbol of strength you deserve to be.
Perhaps you'll meet a boy with soft eyes and sharp wits who'll be light on his feet and lighter with his touch. Perhaps you'll meet a boy who thinks deep and runs hot with passion. Perhaps you'll meet a boy who doesn't care about your faults, or why you do that thing with your face when you wake up. Perhaps you'll meet him and be too busy wondering why that last boy didn't stay.
Grinding, sweaty, throw yourself in to the abyss of their body. Let the bed swallow you both whole as your desires stain the sheets. Cover them in your essence even just for one night, but be careful who you choose.
Shells of people swept madly into the undercurrents of their desires tend to hold on to the reins of life a little more tightly. Knowing full well their ticket to ride comes with an expiration date far closer than those whom spend life inside the lines.