"your beautful"
"your amazing"
"you could be a model" people say.
do i believe them? no.
because you made me feel ugly.
i tell myself i am beautiful
but five seconds later im telling myself its a lie.
no one knows me.
i know no one.
and its your fault.
the scars cannot be healed.
i cannot let go.
too much pain,
and when i think its gone,
i realize its not...

because of you.