A beautiful disaster
That is what I am
At least that's what you told me but
Where is the beauty in tearing your own skin and flesh apart
Where is the beauty in swallowing a bottle of pills
Where is the beauty in forcing two fingers down your throat
Where is the beauty in a monster like me?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
