"She's not beautiful"
That's what everybody else said
Beacause she didn't have the kind of beauty that could rule,
but he found it in her anyway.
She got bullied every now and then
People laughed at her size
Maybe because she failed to gain
and garner the attention of the dull eyes.
The room was dark,she sat on the bed
Tears rolling down her cheeks,
She drew with a knife and painted it all red.
He came to know about the night
After a couple of days
He never wanted her out of his sight
But he wished he could have just said
And now he cries every night.
Only if he knew,
She wished to end the life,
The soul which was the most beautiful.
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Messy Bun
PoetryMessy Bun is all about my handwritten lyrical poems featuring the dark and bright side and everything i feel about life. Its my first work on wattpad created with all the love.i hope you like it :)
