The stars may be bright but what else is there? It's like telling a girl who is beautiful but can't describe what else is there. Her beauty is all that you see. But what is there about beauty? As I look at myself I am lost for words, I am beautiful. There is more to me than others think and I know that. As I look at myself again blood dips down from my face. Am I happy? Should I deserve to be happy? As my beautiful tears fall I am unable to understand why I feel this way. Why must I be like this? Beauty but at what cost? Happiness but at what cost? When will this despair end?
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Leigh's vent poems/notes
PoetryMy notes and my poems, some of these are very emotional so warning- not all of this is in order as well
