You don't understand,
No one does.
They think I'm messed up,
they say I'm a freak
but I don't care
they say those to feel better
but we all know everyone cares about what they say
through the fake smiles
and tiny fake laughs
is a broken girl.
Love,
What is it?
Some say it's a waste,
some say it's a gift,
I say it's a waste
people break from this monster called love,
people die from this monster,
though I vowed to never fall in love
I fell,
and I fell a little too deep.
Eyes with bags,
chewed lips,
crooked teeth,
uneven fingernails,
large feet,
plain eyes,
small chest,
these are all my flaws
and there's many more,
but my flaws are a reminder
of how ugly I am.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of poems that I wrote. I wrote this a couple years back when I was a little fetus. it's really bad and you'll probably cringe. I can't bring myself to delete it tho because it's a reminder of how much I've grown
