My pain is not pretty

eyes swollen by

midnights punch of grief
scarred arms at a loss for

words when they have

mistaken roses for a

bleeding mouth.

this is not beauty
this is not beauty
arms worn out and tired

looking into the mirror

with no sleep hanging onto

the cold side of the pillow

mascara bleeds out
staining in streams

of black lines
pain accompanies

loneliness in these hours

of the giving up hour.

this is not beauty. this is not beauty.
the blade of relief cannot

keep you in the tides.

Wandering. mourning

in sheets of disturbed thought
i cannot break away

from clenching teeth and salty tears.


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