DEAR SCARS POEM 67

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Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it,

Keep fighting they say,

It will get better they say,

But when does it ever?

When will it?

I'm waiting patiently,

For the day I overcome this pain,

Sometimes I wonder why I have so many scars on my heart,

Sometimes I wonder why I ever needed them,

But now it makes sense,

My scars makes life beautiful,

It makes me beautiful too I guess,

Sometimes I wonder why I give them my heart in the first place,

I beg them to love me,

And they stab me right in my back,

Damaging me every time,

Yeah it gets better,

I'm trying to believe it does,

Because if it doesn't,

Why am I even still here?

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