Faith

As I begin to pull up my sleeve,
to show you that my scars are real,
just trying to get you to believe,
what I feel.
I know the words I say,
may come out in,
the opposite of normal, but on the contrary of my way,
but this is honestly from within.
I am lost in my own,
little world not anyone else's.
But I would of flown,
to the ends of the earth to show you I am the least bit of selfish.
I am tired of writing why I love you,
because God knows if I do.
If what we have is true,
we will make it through.