Look at that beautiful girl,
look at her beautiful pale face
look at her beautiful hair
that's falling in clumps off her beautiful head.
Look at that beautiful girl,
look at her beautiful bruised skin
that blankets her bones
like the roof on her home
as thin as a silk tablecloth.
Look at that beautiful girl,
chewing and spitting
'cause swallowing's quitting,
look at her beautiful smile,
yellowed by acid and blood.
Look at that beautiful girl,
must be so happy
she's freakishly skinny,
look at her beautiful tears,
do you still want to be her?
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
