No matter how dark,
Your life is a spark,
A burning light,
To drive off the night.

Your life is your song,
Sing it loud, sing it strong,
A beautiful sound,
Possibilities without bound.

Your life is a wonderful story to be told,
You have but to write it and behold,
As free as a dove,
Rising up above.

I'm drawn to you,
Like a wasp to a nest,
as words of love trickle
From your velvet lips like honey.

In this world we come in naked
Social stigma tells you how to be
Just be in your skin
Others can look away if feeling of offence commence
Be beautiful, male or female
Be human. Feel human
Skin to skin
Feel
Realise
Touch
Think

She is an artist,
Of red lines that cover her waist.

She is a singer,
Of brutal screams and cries that are never heard.

She is a doctor,
Of fixing every broken heart she sees.

Yet she is a victim,
Of pain and constant internal longing.

But she is a fighter,
And you'll never know she's any different to the little 4 year old you first met her as.

"I just don't fit in,"

​I'm better off dead

"It's just a scratch,"

It hurt and it bled

"I'm just a little tired,"

I'm trying not to cry

"I'm fine, I promise,"

*I just want to die.