proof

Life. How sucky it is.
Love. How unsure it is.
Pain. The only definite thing I know.
Scars. The only reminder I have that things eventually get better.
My knife. To remind it doesnt last
My tears. To show I'm not as strong as I pretend to be.
My heart. To prove that even shattered things can be pieced back together.
Your smile. To prove even the darkest days can have sunshine.
My mind. Proof that once bright things can become dark, scary places.
My smile. To show how easy it is to hide pain.
You. To prove I'm not alone.
Me. To prove once you're broken, it's near impossible to be fixed.