Can you look at someone and see who they are?

Can you see their pain? 

Perhaps you wouldn't know how broken someone is

Because we take one look at someone and judge them.

 

 Everyone wants to be normal. 

And not the boring kind. 

The kind that just fits in. 

 

We are looked and people judge us by rumors. 

Rumor one. 

Rumor two. 

Which one is true?

Definetly not the truth. 

 

I don't want to be in this generation anymore. 

I don't want to be seen as just the smart girl. 

She doesn't want to be seen as just the pretty girl. 

He doesn't want to be seen as just the football player. 

And they don't want to be seen as just stoners. 

 

How dare you be unique?

How dare you

Be you?

 

See me for me. 

See me for what I am not supposed to be. 

See my scars, feel my pain

Don't tell me it all going to be okay. 

Everyone who has scars touch them. 

Whether they are old or new. 

Accept the fact that you were once struggling. 

The cuts on your wrists, on your hips, and on your thighs don't define you. 

You're beautiful. 

 

No one deserves this.

No one deserves the scars they have. 

 

You deserve love. 

You have been beaten and abused. 

By your own thoughts, whispering devilish things in your ears. 

You deserve love. 

Someone or something that fills in the gap. 

So put the razor down, 

Look in the mirror

What do you see?

You'll think the scars, the pain, the tears stained to your cheeks. 

But we will see the mask you've hid behind. 

Drop it. 

The mask, the razor, the fake smile. 

Drop it. 

You deserve love.