People tend to talk about the pain
But they never speak about
Beauty
The ways tear fall on paper
Soaking up to form a delicate flower
That simply disappears once dried
The beauty in the scars
Like stalks of bamboo
Growing on forearms
Stomachs
Thighs
Turning a hatred
Into a panda home
The fake smiles
Because maybe smiling more
Could help
As that's what is said
But at least the pain
Pretends to be happy
Maybe it's the beauty
In putting everyone else
Before yourself
But no one seems to notice
It's like the silent elves
Helping the shoemaker
Or the way the darkness
Overtakes your mind
Curling like storm cloud
A beautiful pain
That cannot be taken away
This beauty is portrayed
As an ugly thing
While in reality it's magic
A Siren drawing you in
This is why
You can't run away
Not trying to display depression as a good thing. It showing how though it is considered a bad thing, not a lot of people see beauty anymore. Simply explaining how sometimes it hard to turn away, once you see the beauty.
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Poetry From A Lost Girl
PoesiaBecause lost people have as many shitty poems as you do.
