in this world i'm so sick of the lies
the cruelty and the fake of the kind
how the value of the brain
is the anomaly of our mind
tell me
if beauty is skin deep, why do i feel so dead inside?
i'm happier when the sun shines
but lately i've been happier all the time
maybe it's just easier to find
comfort in the blind
with the promise of the undelivered
the unsealed and the unsigned
but yet the question still seems
to grind my mind
... if beauty is skin deep, why do i feel so dead inside?
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kiss kiss, goodbye.
Poetry#1 PEAK IN THE METAPHORS CHART. i said kiss kiss, goodbye to the world i once lived in. i was a martyr for my dreams. i fell asleep to the beauty of my screams. poetry album seven. built on the feelings of mental health, dealing with coming into ad...
