They say beauty is only skin deep
I’ve always struggled with understanding what it meant
When certain things are deemed pretty and beautiful
Those meanings get distorted.
The feeling of self-consciousness is one of emptiness and yearning
Working so hard to be the picture of perfection but the inside is corrupt
Beauty is only skin deep but what if the inside is ugly too
How do we know what beauty is?
How does one stop clinging to images of high cheekbones and a thin waist?
How can I move past what they say is beautiful to find solace is something more?
Beauty is only skin deep, but what if the inside is ugly too?

-NiaJoe

It's fine.
A phrase I've found myself saying a lot lately
But I know **** well it's not
Not sure when it will be.

Body
Creating Heat
Burning through time and space
Should not be left cold and lifeless
Soul case

If you knew how much it hurts...
Would you still do it?
If you could see the mess you leave behind
If you felt everything...
If you seen every tear i've cried.
Would you still do it?
Nights I've prayed it would get better.
Sometimes I wished it all made sense.
But if you realized the damage it caused, would you still do it?
Or is it just one of those habits you can't kick?