"Am i pretty?", She asked herself as she looked in the mirror;
This time it cut through like a scissor.
She's heard many tell her she was beautiful,
But the damage had been done, unimaginable .
Through the world she walks, mind as light as a leaf;
A painless torture set on her beyond belief.
She can't seem to accept it,
Can't bring herself to believe it.
Though it cuts like a knife,
She can't help but survive;
Pain? she's used to.
Hellish anguish? She's been through.
A simple act of ravishment fills her with bliss
He fooled her with untruths fully masked with liss
But once the truth is free for her to see
Her heart is torn, and is broken spuriously.
A mind so innocent, serene and pure
Through lies and humiliation she finds a cure.
Self-harm doesn't come as close to this solution;
The Grim Reaper welcomes her for her calibration.
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A/N
These are random poems which I write at Random Times.
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