You call me beautiful but I feel like I'm the opposite. I feel my skin crawl with the distgust I have for myself. You see a gorgeous girl, I see a broken girl. I'm duck tape and safety pins. I wanna believe what you say but I'm to broken. I know you'll stay and fix me but how long? How long in till you realize I'm a loss cause? How long until you don't love me anymore? How long till you're fed up with my mentallity and flaws? How long will I be beautiful to you? I want you in my life and always will. I love you always and forever hopefully you feel the same.
~PMH
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Poetryme being me its sad poems kinda and figurative paragraphs I think they're crap but some enjoy have fun, enjoy, and don't worry I always come out okay
