I
Insecure as ever
Unable to expose
I couldn't open myself up
Even if I tried
How many times
Do I still need to be told
"You're beautiful, really"
Before I can let go
Ugly isn't unattractive
It's a state of being
A feeling of shame
Why am I like this?
I hate my skin
My eyes are dull
How much longer
Will my bones hold?
I don't like myself much
What did you expect
I was your ashtray
Left to smoke out
Pretending I could be more
Is exhausting
I don't hold the energy
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I
Insecure as ever
Unable to expose
I couldn't open myself up
Even if I tried
How many times
Do I still need to be told
"You're beautiful, really"
Before I can let go
Ugly isn't unattractive
It's a state of being
A feeling of shame
Why am I like this?
I hate my skin
My eyes are dull
How much longer
Will my bones hold?
I don't like myself much
What did you expect
I was your ashtray
Left to smoke out
Pretending I could be more
Is exhausting
I don't hold the energy
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