It’s a disease if you ask me
I wish I had a stronger back bone
I feel my insides shattering and me feeling weak
I cried tonight
My tears couldn’t stop
I kept thinking what was wrong with me
Why do I treat myself so poorly
I truly don’t know where to start to share or express the insides of mine that have been
Ripped apart and tortured
I think every day by choice I have to tell myself I’m worthy
But even in my sessions I’ve admitted I don’t feel like I’m worthy of this life or even another breathe
I don’t think I’m beautiful
And all I see are my wounds that continue to bleed which bring me to tears as I write these words
In my mirror I see my flaws
If I’m an angel I’m an angel with scars
And god knows that even today something told me you needed to prayed for I know your not doing ok and just know that when you think of me and cry my insides bleed from miles away
One day I got this image of you
You watched what I was submitting here and when you read certain things I saw your heart break but you didn’t want me to see you cry
You were wearing white and looked like you were either sitting or laying down and thinking hard
I’ve been scared and wounded since I was 3 years old born into chaos and trauma
I would never judge you if you opened up and shared your own feelings I’d give you my shirt to cry on my hair play to play with my cheek bones to hurt and squeeze when you need to look at my dimple your not a bother to me your apart of me at this point and that’s by Gods choice whether you like that or not :)