I want to be Beautiful

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He sits by me in my hospital bed

My cheeks are stained with tears

My eyes are puffy and blood shot red

Unspoken words turn like rusted gears

He sighs in saddness, exasperation

I turn my head away in shame

I know life has an experation

Those thoughts I had were to blame

But he doesn't know how I feel

Words hurt me more than hits

There are wounds that just won't heal

There are things that he won't get

I feel his stare as he asks " Why?"

" What did you think you would earn?"

" Do you really believe you deserve to die?"

My stomach painfully churns

I stay quiet, silence consumes me

I look at a gash from the knife

To the sanitized floor with no debris

" What do you want in life?"

I look at him in mild surprise

My borders start to decay

He looks old but that means he's wise

Maybe he'll get what I'm trying to say

I let the walls fall from around my heart

What I'm about to say needs to be said, its dutiful

My chest hurts, the words break me apart

I whisper: " I just wanted to be beautiful..."

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