Remember

Scars. Like the ones on her body, where she was bleeding and needed stitches, glue to hold everything together. 

Like the ones on her mind. Saying she can't be great, she won't amount to anything. She's not smart enough, good enough, she's wasting her life. 

Like the ones on her heart. The pieces she picks up and fits haphazardly back together each time someone leaves or changes their mind or what they had together was never anything anyway. 

Remember. Where you came from. What you have been through. 

The scars are a reminder, but they're also proof. That you alone can be both your own hero and worst enemy in the same breath. Remember.