It's always so pretty
From the outside
Where I can't feel or see
What's lurking inside
It's always so pretty
So far away
Where the cold can't reach me
Or maybe I'm too cold anyway
It's always so pretty
So dark around me
Blinds to all things ugly
Dead to all things lively
It's always so pretty
But only for a select few
I'm already dead to you
So why can't I leave already?
YOU ARE READING
Outside
Poetry/This is just random poetry that I wrote in a time when I was a bit lost./ It's always so pretty From the outside Where I can't feel or see What's lurking inside It's always so pretty So far away Where the cold can't reach me Or maybe I'm too cold a...
