I am sitting on the bathroom floor
and tears are running down my cheeks
not even mascara could make me
look pretty
sadness is not beautiful
sadness is raw and it rots inside you
and slowly turns into pure anger
I am not mad at you
it is what you do that makes me
feel so bitter and lonely
I still see that kid
who liked dinosaurs and had
a lot of plushies
not someone who hurt me so much
the blood still drips from my soul
my ribs scream from holding so much
suffering born from you
and yet you just pretend you never knew me
you pretend you did not hurt the kid
who was just like you
