A Collection For Those Lost at Heart.

Beauty

What is beauty do you ask?
Is it the makeup we hide behind as if it was a mask?
Come on finish your task,
I thought every day before I to the worldwide masque.
Isn't it funny that in order to go outside I have to take a couple of swigs from a flask?
Cuz honestly I would rather that than the cask, the cask with past where I have to sit and ask, can I really keep doing this task?

Everyday I feel myself choking,
As i walk past all these people joking,
The cruel words was always poking,
Provoking,
The bleeding blood that keeps my sleeve soaking.

And they lie,
When they said that they're joking when they say, just die.
When you go noo ne will cry.
Why don't you shut up and just say goodbye?
The only way I feel like I can tone them out is if I'm high,
So stoned that I sore above the sky.
But the retribution I cannot deny.
It only gives power to the outcry,
That's always asking me, why don't I die?
Because when I'm gone no one's going to cry.

It took me 9 long years to get me here,
When I was a little girl I would overhear,
The other kids, when they laughed with a sneer,
But even though I knew what they said I still convinced myself that I just mishear,
Then one day I left to disappear.
That was the day that got me here.

I won't tell you that I don't care what they think,
Cuz I still feel like I could use a drink,

I think it's sad that I live this way,
trying to keep my demons at bay.
Trying to drag myself to the next day,
I don't want to live this way!
I don't want to be hated because I'm gay,
So I fall to my knees and pray,
Even though my mom said that God would send me to hell today,
I still pray ,
I still pay to play,
Because I'm so afraid of my Doomsday,
So I close my eyes remember the day and hit replay.
But even so I don't want to live this way,
I wish I didn't have to keep my deamons at Bay...