Warning: Causes Cancer
Splayed across billboards,
Written in the stars,
Tattooed in brains,
Whispered in ears.

Warning: Injurious to Health,
Detrimental,
Almost like poison,
Searing through veins,
Stopping hearts,
Stealing breaths,
Melting skin.

Warning: Will make you fall,
Fall as deep as the sea,
Warning: Will make you cry,
Surround you in an ocean
Of your own tears,
Warning: Will leave you dry,
As dry as the desert
on a hot summer’s day.

Warning: Will break your heart
Into a million pieces,
Shatter it all around you,
Leaving you to mend it.

                                                   All alone.

It's not that hard to be appealing to others makeup is not that expensive,
Just like it isn't hard to make the perfect topping on a cake. You'd make a pretty cake but a tasteless one.
It's always the easiest to pick based on the surface, live your days through your eyes.

That's what most do.

It's hard to fight the disease of "who's the prettiest",

But it's harder sitting alone at night knowing you're nothing without the topping of your cake.

So many nights I wished someone could stay

So many nights I wished someone could be the sun in my storm of thoughts

I try to hide it all throughout the day but every night I drown so many times

And I wait..

To be saved..
But no one ever comes.

Trying to make myself happy but then I remember I have no control over my own life I will always be owned by someone either parents or a husband
I make my own life decisions, after they've been approved by someone else
I am not a free woman nor a slave, I'm in between
Most don't bother to dream, most simply deals with it, no room for goals, do as you've been told
But I am not most, I'm those others who DREAM and FIGHT FOR THEIR GOALS!
I am others
I am the free women who aren't free but aren't slaves.

You're a rose, pretty and bright
Full of thrones, you cut deep
And your beautiful red color hides the blood I bleed.

People one minute they're here,
The next they disappear.
Start to wonder if they were ever real,
Even from myself I begin to fear,
That I may not be sincere with everyone I hold dear.

I believe the people we are today is made up of everyone we've met and everything we've been through..
So it makes sense if we lose parts of ourselves when we lose people,

It's okay if I'm contradicted, insecure, or have anger issues because I lost the people who made me this way..
They were the Pablo Picasso to my painting.
I am a painting with weird colors and unfinished lines and circles..
And I am upset at times because the good people couldn't draw more pretty parts on my painting,
And the bad ones couldn't stay long enough to fix the dark ugly parts.