Poetry of the Disturbed

Beauty

Beautiful is my body....

I shouldn't let what others say get me down

Though I'm traumatized by my past

I will keep going onward....

I may get down in a deep well

But all I need is help

Though I'm too scared to ask for it

Can you hear me....

I said it...

Help...

Though beautiful is my body

And no matter what I say or the voices say will change that

Sure I have done things in the past that have horrified me

Though I need to realize that the past is in the past

What happened then doesn't matter in the future

Who I love is the people that I am harming

That's all we are doing besides harming ourselves

I may stand alone on this subject but this is a serious issue among teens

I pulled the knife on myself and it is now the biggest regret of my life

Here I am hitting my head against the wall with such evil thoughts from a voice that is not my own

I don't want to do it again

I have the scars as reminders for myself

To know that all I'm doing is making my body uglier

With every single cut that I attack myself with

All I know is that....

Beautiful is my body

What I need is control....

What I need is to be heard by everyone around me....