Morbid Beauty 

She came to me, Spoke to me

Feeling nothing but self-regret

Searching for a love she yearned for

But none of it could she get

Unwanted, Unloved

Walking the world alone

A pair of wings to fly away

Never will she own

Closed inside herself

Never showing how she feels

Until she shows emotion

This girl will never heal

I’ve told her to open up

I’ve told her it’ll be okay

But every time I try

She tries to get away

I can only cry

Knowing this girl will never know

How good this world can be

If you let your problems go.

I feel a burning pain

A splash of something on my hand

I look up in her eyes

But I still don’t understand

I see these drops

Falling from her eyes

Finally seeing

My immortal cries

Now I see that I

Was the one having to set her free

I was the one to open up

And leave her problems be

I showed her god’s way

Of what happiness really brings

Now my morbid beauty

Finally grows her wings 

Picture Imperfect

A pretty girl,

A popular boy,

A misfit daughter

Thrown like a toy

Never noticed

Never known

Never sat

On the popular thrown

Burden to her parents

Invisible to her friends

Hoping everyday

She’ll finally reach the end

If she died today

Would anyone even miss?

Or notice she left goodbyes

Imprinted on her wrist?

Would her sister cry?

Or even shed a tear…

Probably looking at herself

In her own fucking mirror!

Would her brother care?

Be filled with shattered distress…

Most likely just be thinking

How his sister was such a mess!

Her parents would love it

To see their imperfect dead

Than they’d have no trouble

Being a model family instead