Black-Haired Broken Beauty.

MEEEE...

She’s a black-haired broken beauty.

 

Brown eyes like shattered glass.

Only called upon for booty.

Only treated nice for a*s.

 

Just an empty porcelain doll.

Who wants to run away.

Where no one can see her fall.

Where no one can see her decay.

 

Who could ever love her right?

Who could make it all alright??

Will I ever feel pretty?

Will I ever feel worthy?

 

Rotting away.

Rotting away.

Rotting away.

Come again some other day.

 

Dying silently in the rain.

Sticky black mascara dripping.

Running far from all the pain.

Stumbling over her own feet, tripping.

 

What do they all want from her?

They want to see her drown.

She gets no happily ever after.

Being kicked again while she’s down.

 

Who could ever love her right?

Who could make it all alright??

Will I ever feel pretty?

Will I ever feel worthy?

 

Rotting away.

Rotting away.

Rotting away.

Come again some other day.

Come again and make her pay.

In a dark hole, rotting away.

Reviews

[ATG]

This was a sad poem. It was very well written though.

I am sure you will find someone who will make you feel better. Someone who will make you feel alright.

[Flame DM]

honestly, this is a very tear jerking piece that was extremely well penned.

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