The tears roll down my cheeks
Staining my lips with the taste
They say chaos is harmony
And that there is no beauty without pain
But I am broken and bruised
Screaming again on the bathroom floor
I am not beautiful
I just feel used
-What is beauty if it hurts
YOU ARE READING
Storms Don't Stop For You
PoesíaPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
