it's hard to look in the mirror when you see only the shell of who
you once were. you remind yourself of how the beauty slowly
disappeared, starting secretly on the inside. you become numb,
unaware of how hurt you should feel after being used, played and
damaged so many times. i know what it's like to sit in the dark
and cry your eyes out. you have thoughts of hurting yourself,
hoping the monster inside could somehow make the mask you
lived in for years a little easier on the eyes, a little more beautiful.
but if you look in really close, your nose pressed against the glass,
you'll see you have become so fucking ugly. inside and out, you
are a mess of everything you once hated, what you still hate. the
people on the outside can see the bottle of lies and scars of
insecurities, and the secrets you thought would be kept forever
are the things everyone knows.
you once were. you remind yourself of how the beauty slowly
disappeared, starting secretly on the inside. you become numb,
unaware of how hurt you should feel after being used, played and
damaged so many times. i know what it's like to sit in the dark
and cry your eyes out. you have thoughts of hurting yourself,
hoping the monster inside could somehow make the mask you
lived in for years a little easier on the eyes, a little more beautiful.
but if you look in really close, your nose pressed against the glass,
you'll see you have become so fucking ugly. inside and out, you
are a mess of everything you once hated, what you still hate. the
people on the outside can see the bottle of lies and scars of
insecurities, and the secrets you thought would be kept forever
are the things everyone knows.