Don't you see?
Your body sprouts out flowers from the crevices
in which the demons broke you.
The tallied marks that line your skin show such fears and troubles
that consumed the life you were aching to leave behind.
Darkness is exposed in your eyes -
the eyes that witness the hell you wish you could
escape.
You're screaming for answers and you're begging
for the grass-stained-knees childhood memories
to take you away from this horror,
this pain.
You flirt with death with every purge,
with every mark on your wrist, with every pill you swallow.
Don't you dare say you aren't beautiful because you're broken.
The light still shines through your cracks and
Oh god, your smile kills me. You're brigther than you think.
Your body is like a map and each of those marks show
the terrible destinations you were trapped in.
Let me in. Don't you die out.
You're killing the light in your eyes.
Your body is the battlefield and you're stuck in war.