The only time
I hear
My heart
And
Brain
At the same time,
Is when
They disagree

When I'm bored
I like to go on pretty girls' profiles
And imagine what it must be like to be them

To post a picture
And get that many likes
To have their perfect hair
Perfect bodies
Perfect smiles
To be beautiful

Sometimes I feel pretty
But no one ever tells me I am

So I go to their profiles
To remind myself
Of what society can say
But refuses to say to me

And I conclude
That it must be
Because I'm
Ugly

The worst pain is the pain you feel stupid for feeling,
The pain that other people don't understand,
The pain that other people judge you for,
The pain that makes you,
Judge yourself

The heart is a muscle
It must break
To grow

Having a broken heart
Is still better
Than
Causing one

You made out with her in front of my face
Instead of being angry,
I wonder,
What I did
To make you hurt me like this

I don't talk to you anymore
Because you hurt me
And because I know
You will continue to hurt me

You lost a person you don't love:
Me,
I lost the person I love:
You,
So who's really suffering here?
Me

Either way I hurt
Lose, lose