Those weird looks from people screamed UGLY
Those comments and giggles as I pass by,
Those harsh and cruel words I receive,
Those fingers that are pointing at me,
Was this all because I was not so beautiful?
...
The pain in my chest, weighing me down
The cries of helplessness, never heard
The squeezing pain, never seen
The giggles and comments, ringing in my brain
Was this all I get for this living?
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The thought of ending it all, often comes by
The hope of someone finding me beautiful one day, stops it
The wish to feel beautiful, always deep down
The longing for a person whose eyes scream BEAUTIFUL, buried in
Was I this weak or has the world brought me down to this?
- borntowinash
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Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
