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So sometimes we just need someone, almost anyone to tell us we are beautiful because looking in that same mirror gets blurred with the images of the same look we call life.
it's gets tired and we have no energy, most of us are exhausted and won't even run the race.
I, I tried to go on and keep but the real truth slapped the hope right off of my mirror, I can't even fix my lips to quiver, I can't go on.
I have lost my desire to even want to try because when I cried you ignored my plight, turned and went back to life as usual, my tears were merely me being in my feeling and that doesn't suit you.
Somber sobs on the bathroom floor for 3 hour intervals, contemplating the silver or white, first in the morning and then taking turns at night.
This should not be life as usual, wanting to be beautiful so I can catch your eye or rather your mind, wanting to be new so you can keep me in your sights, please someone almost anyone tell me I am beautiful, because my mind is starving and my flesh is famished just had to be truthful. Time for something different no more life as a ritual, delete the routines come up with something new. I want to love like first Vision not looking like you used to, this thing is out of the ordinary cant even say the word usual, well just start with the word Beautiful.
Beautiful
