Help.

You yelled,

you screamed.

Waiting for someone to notice your pain,

but everyone that did you pushed away so quickly.

You hoped they would see your scars and help you,

but in your eyes all they did was scar you more.

To me you've never looked so beautiful,

looking as strong as you do.

Those scars tell tales of battles you've fought in your past,

but you look at them and call them ugly.

You want to be happy but just don't know how,

I'd like to be the one that shows you.

Just give me a chance.