I've been told..countless times...that I am a beautiful person. But I have no love to show it. Why tell me that I am beautiful; Why tell me I am pretty; Why tell me I am the coolest person you have ever met, when you don't show me. If people saw the inside rather the out, what would it show me as? A beautiful curvy woman with a few scars here and there, but nothing to cring at. Would I be wanted then? It's so har dto believe in the words "You are beauitiful the way you are" when there is no proof to show it. I have no one that loves me. I have only my friends who love me for my friendship. Not what I am. But who I am. If this makes sence to you, it means you have went through the same s**t. I smile every day though. Knowing someday it'll change. Or at least I hope so dearly that it will. I guess everything takes some time.
~Kella Sometimes the pieces of a broken heart are very thin and spead wide, it's why you need someone to help you pick up those pieces that were left behind.
Inspirational Discharge · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 06:49am · 1 Comments |