so look at me tell me i know nothing tell me the world has been kind but before you do before you judge me so harshly show me your heart and i’ll show mine it’s covered in bruises and rips, rust and grime, hurt and shame. dents and dings, then look at me and say i’m beautiful tell me i’m as golden as a ray look me in the eye and tell me i’m not damaged
I can only wish the person this is for could hear these words and understand how damaged I am, and with that knowledge: take care in what they say.