Please don't bother

Don't bother telling me that i am beautiful until you have seen all of my scars which carve my legs like thin white veins. Don't bother telling me that i am sweet until i have shut you out of my heart, that you are just the the rest of them. Don't bother telling me that i am perfect. I know that i am not prefect. Until you have seen me break down. I can show you all the darkness consuming my mind, but if you have seen my scars and my bitterness and my break downs then perhaps i call believe you.