I don't know where to start
Maybe the part I lost my mind in
Or how words really hurt
Even how I've always been dying and always knew it in my broken heart
Might even be able to tell you how I can't breatheI stare at my reflection
Hating my face
Wanting more than happiness
Wanting to be a better me
Even though there is no such thingI don't cry
Don't cut
Just sit there and dispise myselfI am a grotesque thing
Who has the audacity to liveI'm lost
Can anyone hear me?
There is not anything of meBut
If it was there is no more me
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Devestaion Of Beauty
PoetryI hate me I stare at my reflection I only see a grotesque thing I've fucked myself over There is no more me I hate myself No need to cut No need to cry There's no changing the this thing Why am I doing this to my self I hate myself There us no mo...