Unspoken

Unspoken (Watty Awards 2011) Chapter Twenty Three: Am I Beautiful Yet?

September 21                                                                                               

I’m hearing these taunts                                                                                               

and starting to listen

I’m letting myself break

And now I’m giving in

Flaunt your hair

Tell me I’m not tough

Well wait until I snap

Because I’ve had about enough

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Is what they say true

Or is it just a lie?

Can I use your broken pieces

To finally let myself die?

Let’s start with razor blades

 So I can dig them across my face

I’m putting a rope around my neck

And tying it with lace

Cut out my insides

As I carve a smile that’s still blood wet

I’ll watch it drip into the sink

Am I beautiful yet?

Watch me hollow out my eyes

And close the casket shut

From my elbows to my wrists

I’ll make a beautiful cut

My heart is rotten

How much you wanna bet?

I’ll mangle my face to a horrible sight

Am I beautiful yet?

I could slit my throat

But you wouldn’t be satisfied

Keep talking to me

My spirit already died

Watch me as I claw my cheeks

This is what you set

As I look at you with a bloody face

I ask you

Am I beautiful yet?