Waiting in the silence
for the breath of cold wind
for the touch of warm hands
for the whisper of the trees
Waiting for the noise
the chirping of the birds
the croaking of the frogs
the sound of the disturbed
beauty turned sour
a hand that holds a knife
as the warm blood drips down and down
you could have saved my life
You once said I was horrid
a person with no style
too fat, too rude
but now look at me
Am I pretty now?
All skin and bones
my face covered in red, hot blood
as it drips down my ashen face
Amm I pretty now?
With styled hair
with fake nails
and make-up on
Am I pretty now
wasting away
I just wanted you to say
I was pretty
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Waiting in the silence
for the breath of cold wind
for the touch of warm hands
for the whisper of the trees
Waiting for the noise
the chirping of the birds
the croaking of the frogs
the sound of the disturbed
beauty turned sour
a hand that holds a knife
as the warm blood drips down and down
you could have saved my life
You once said I was horrid
a person with no style
too fat, too rude
but now look at me
Am I pretty now?
All skin and bones
my face covered in red, hot blood
as it drips down my ashen face
Amm I pretty now?
With styled hair
with fake nails
and make-up on
Am I pretty now
wasting away
I just wanted you to say
I was pretty
the beginning is all peaceful, it shows what happens on the outside, and what others will see. But then it delves deeper into the mind of people who fight depression and anxiety.