All the ways you're beautiful in your utter ugliness;
All the ways the mess of you is pure and true.
If you could see what I see when I see through you,
You'd see a perfect light shining through your darkness.

Stop killing your spirit with acid from days gone by
When nothing you did was enough and you didn't dare cry.
Wake up from the stupor of negative forces that sucked your bones dry.
Live like the beautiful mess you really are beneath the farce.

The truth is, you're priceless to me
In all your awkward beauty.

by "today4th"