I won’t tell you you’re beatiful
Look elsewhere if
That is what you’re searching for
There is no such thing as honor
We are all ftactured
The approval we seek
Is only from others with dirty secrets
We can’t hear our own voices anymore
I tire of these masks we wear
And I am guilty
I would love to say that these words
Themselves
Are not me begging to regain
Everything lost
But that would be a lie in my mouth
I have heard silence so loud it hurt
Loneliness so strong it suffocated
My mistakes are endless
My trauma is extensive
I have returned from nowhere
I am not the only one
All of this
and I will tell you what I have found
You don’t need to be beatiful
You don’t need to live your
“Best”
Life
Perfection is a shooting star that burns out
I won’t tell you you’re beatiful
But amidst the chaos
The trauma
The lost chances
The story of your life has been written
You are the broken glass that creates a mirage