people always tell me you're pretty, you'll be okay but its ****. beneath all the 'pretty' rugged, rotten, broken happiness just out of my reach success also mocking me im consumed by a darkness that constantly thrusts me down further and further into a world of ugly
so what good is the 'pretty' when im rotting away inside
i will never understand how so many people can minimize everything. they chose to see the tiny tip of the iceberg, and say its all going to be okay because, look how pretty?