I saw the cuts
My reflection on the blood
They turned into scars
A symbol of your personal war
But believe it or not
You were still beautiful

I saw you crying
I knew the reason why
I witnessed those tears dry
And I let you rest on my shoulder
But despite your dark side
You were still beautiful

You pushed people away
Your heart punctured with thorns
The people you associate with is limited
I am rarely a part of that circle
But the fact that you do indeed feel these things
That makes you beautiful

**[t.s]