they always used to talk about
how beautiful she was
her flowing hair
her shining eyes
the laughter in her voice
it seems they never saw
the other half
the monster
locked inside
she never knew the way to tame
the darkness in her soul
the cries, the screams
the punches and slaps
the cuts
slashing across
her creamy white skin
silky blonde locks
leaving a puddle on the floor
crimson blood
like cherry juice
dripping down her wrists
scissors and blades
like a river of mirrors
reflected her defeat
she let the monster win
it was then they opened their eyes
to the crumpled,
bloody mess
of a beautiful girl
with flowing hair,
a beautiful girl
with shining eyes
there was no laughter
and there was no voice
it was then they realised
that beauty
was the beast
YOU ARE READING
yours sincerely
Poésiethis is my story. to those who hold their heads high through everything; those who smile when they want to scream; those who keep their demons silent - and to those who reach for help. you are not invisible. it's okay to feel weak sometimes. it g...
