"I'm not beautiful."
"You are"
"But I'm not."
"You are to me"
"I'm not to me"
...
How can I look at.. This and see beauty.
All I see is a tangled mess.
Just watch me undress.
I'm nothing but damaged goods and mentally corrupt intent.
I've screamed out t for help before.
But I was slapped and beaten for feeling.
"Grow up"
It hurts like a deep cut in the heart because after years and years of hearing that I'm useless and will never amount to anything I honestly believe it.
I mean just look at this reflection in the mirror.
I'm everything I wish I wasn't.
I hate when I hit that low of the month.
Fuck I feel like cutting.
But then I'll want to die.
Oh wait I always want to die.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
