People lie.
All the time.
Say I have soft, pretty hair.
Talk about the features that aren't there.
I'm not beautiful.
I'm overweight.
I'm not beautiful.
Didn't you see, I just ate?
Someone like me will never be loved.
No one loves a whore.
Whores aren't good enough.
Aren't worth dying for.
I'm not beautiful.
I'm a disgrace.
I'm not beautiful,
just look at my face.
Tears falling from my eyes.
Drawing on my wrists with a blade.
Being forcefed lies,
Lied to, betrayed.
I'm not beautiful.
Or you would have stayed.
I'm not beautiful,
not even to my blade....
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx
詩歌Just a bunch of poems I wrote, covering several things I've went through in my life. Love, heartbreak, rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, cutting. Poetry is the best form of self expression. And I've been doing it for 5 years. So I guess it's time...
