Just a random poem
If you didn't notice the scars on my hips, or the quiver of my lips, if you didn't see the pain behind my smile, or how much it hurt to hold it in a while, if you didn't know how much I needed you, how much I hated my very self, if you didn't realize how very weak I was, but just to afraid to ask for help, that's okay. But don't you dare tell me you understand me, when you never knew me in the first place.













