Please take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them. Gathered them from the gallows where my heart use to hang. I can't find forgiveness here, the warm wet tears gallop down my cheeks. The word "unloved"radiate to my core, you'll never be good enough. Your presence is a chore. Make up to cover up the ugliness you didn't know was there, until mentioned at the diner table. I've always been a stuburn girl, so I raised my head and snuffed. I am beautiful, I am. I could feel her smirk, from a mile away. Like a curse creeping in. The words spoke a hurricane into my soul. "Stand infront of a mirror undressed and tell me what's beautiful, I can assure you there's nothing". Hoodies & leggings, cover up all the mistakes, now im begging. Take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them...