Your not alone...so don't make scars

Sitting on one end.
Sitting on the other side with tears coming down.
Karma can be a real bi*ch..
Yes this poem is about you...
Your not a burden.. For I love you.
Stop carving into your arms thinking your sculpting David.
Stop painting on your skin a red canvas of scars.
Skin ain't no oil pastel.
Your more important than you can ever know.
Your worth every tear.
Your worth every prayer,
Your more than these past mistakes.
Stop dreading your existence.
Because the one on the other end, has never met one quite like you..