Hope

The room of scars is a lonely, frightening room.
One no one wishes to be in.
But the secret is for that one who enters, many enter too.
Frightened, scared, hopeless.
Not knowing where the light is.
First, you must believe in yourself.
In hope, good things come, there is no bad.
In hope comes trust.
Because one person who locked you in there does not make a population.
Believe in good, believe in friends.
I may not know all the room of scars,
But I do know of at least of one exit.
And I promise a friend will be right there waiting.