Saturday 18 December 2010

"Beautiful"

Catching my breath, seems effortless,
When I’m ten feet underground.
With my head in the sand, and an empty hand,
Not one friend around.
And it’s times like these I forget to breath,
And damaging my skin.
And it hurts so much, this sharp touch,
But the drive comes from within.

It’s uncontrollable. Something I cannot help.
Uncontrollable. Somebody needs to help me. Help me.

Am I really that beautiful,
For you, to really want to stay?
Am I really that beautiful,
That you, would actually want to love me.?
I don’t really feel that beautiful,
Today, or any other day.
I don’t really feel that beautiful,
I say, I want to take myself away.
Just to see the consequences.
Just to see the consequences.

Watching the sun, as the day begun,
Still feels strange to me.
With my heart on my sleeve, you decide to leave,
Make it look so easy.
And it’s times like these, my mouth no longer breaths,
Injecting the pain.
And you can try to forget, the way that love first met,
But it all ends up the same.

I am forced to question, these people, who tell me I’m beautiful.
What do you see, that I cannot see?
I’m in the position, to doubt their words, I don’t feel beautiful.
What do you see, that I cannot see?

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