The Price of Beauty
My loved ones are picked off.
One by one,
two by two.
Slowly the numbers dwindle.
Am I not beautiful?
I must not be,
for all of my family is gone.
I am alone.
Left to wonder why I was not chosen.
I feel myself slowly wither away.
The sky begins to cry for my sorrow.
The wind howls for my pain.
Suddenly the sun is bright.
A little girl approaches,
grin upon her jovial face.
And in my last moment,
I finally feel beautiful too.
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Bleeding Thoughts
Poetryjust some poems I've wrote. Warning: Some of my poems have depressing themes in them, so be careful when reading. If anyone wants me to put a warning before each of those poems, I will. What, you think I'm gonna actually update this? Lol probably in...
