Reflection

What if you woke up and everything changed?

You talked about love instead of blowing out your brains?

The weight you carried became bareable?

The skin that once made you feel shame turned wareable?

Nothing can change you, not even yourself;

You won't always be the book left on the shelf.

Someone will read you, and they'll love every page;

For we're all novels, we turn better with age.

Don't give in to the thoughts in your mind;

Because I promise all you need to heal is time.