the world has been nothing but cruel to her.she can't stand the sunshine, mocking her pain. she can't stand seeing children, so unaware of the thunderstorm that would greet them. she wished they could remain a blissful youth. but no, their rose colored glasses will be shattered in a few years- the first time the young girl is called a "fat ass", or the first time the young boy is told to "go to hell" because he's a "fag".
every time that she found herself alone,pain would tear through her heart. she'd sob uncontrollably, and live carelessly-coldly.
but then ,she's became comfortable in the pain, in the heartache.she's accepted that life sucks. and at least she isn't pretending that she's okay, like the other dull human beings, that are simply going through the motions.
she's accepted that she won't be happy. and in that acceptance, there's beauty.
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am i beautiful?
Poetrybeau•ti•ful : pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically ; applicable to anyone and everyone, as well as anything and everything _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ this is a journal of sorts. I'm going to try to put beauty into words, j...
