you make beauty out of pain
you see bullet wounds and use Band-Aids.
tell me I'm beautiful because of my scars,
say I'm so strong for fighting so hard.
But you have never been awake
at three in the morning, filled with hate.
stop telling me my pains are unique,
they're not beautiful, they're hurting me.
stop saying it's fun to swim in the sea
because it's easy for you but I'm drowning.
your poisonous words are like morphine
they look like help but are addicting.
because "you scar's are medals to show that you fought"
only works until I see you're wrong.
pain isn't a trophy, stop telling me so,
because romantic scars are hard to let go.
graveyard flowers are the only beauty
that comes from my insanity.
intentions are good, and I appreciate you,
but art isn't in beauty, it's in telling the truth.
YOU ARE READING
n0t a waste 0f space.
Poetry(Previously named "Poetry for Stargirl") just yer average poems yo.
