You are a sick dog, a ugly beast who worships to the beauty within the dark. Even the scars of your betrayal grows roses out of it's bloody mess. All your fingertips has their own stories & scars. You have so much to be scared of even though you are the one that scares people.
Imagine, you step on your fathers toes, learning how to dance. In your white laced & puffy dress. Feeling beautiful and loved for the only time in your life. Hold his mismatched hands, one hand is on his broad shoulder. Swinging to the melody of your cries for help. You needed that comfort, didn't you?
Imagine again, your hair is longer and your mothers hand is in your thin hair strands. Braiding them, using thin plastic combs, hot curling irons and cute pink hair grips. Your little baby hairs on your forehead, remember how you hated them. Your mom compliments you but you don't feel enough. You go to school with your jolting thoughts that kills you inside.
You think about your death while the others are playing outside. You know you are different but not in a good way. You know something is wrong but can't help it.
You sleep, wishing that you never open your eyes again.
— @pavelyasz
