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
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Storms Don't Stop For You
PuisiPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
