There is nothing beautiful about
Crumpling to the floor at 2am
And begging yourself to hang on
There is nothing beautiful about
The artwork that covers your body
There is nothing beautiful about
Purging so you can fit into that dress
Yet society is glorifying it all.
Sadness is not beautiful
It's a twisted relationship with oneself
A million compliments couldn't build someone up
But one remark can send them crashing down
You become more afraid of yourself than
The monsters under your bed
We continue to praise something
That causes people to suffocate
Even when they're still breathing