The heart of a poet

Aesthetic

These thoughts of ours are really something else
We believe that pain is beauty,
But you would not feel this way if you knew truly....
Sad eyes are not beauty
Mascara running down the face of tumblr girls is not to be fantasized
Being depressed is not a fad or a trend
It's not a choice
It's a feeling that we've probably all had
It's not to be looked up to
The feeling of being used
I guess this whole time I've been wrong
This feeling deep in my soul is just a meaningless aesthetic
Ha, it hurts me for those words to come out of my mouth
True sadness is not posted to receive pity
We make all these jokes but the ones who are really pained we won't realize until suddenly they're gone one day
Like a sticky summer breeze against the aesthetic tree leaves