I didn’t understand my beauty inside
so I cried such fountains from my eyes
nobody knows about my thoughts
And the scars on my body
from the people who taunt
I could only cope with the relief
With all my surrounding grief
It’s hard to stop once I’d begun
Although it hurts more knowing what I’d done
Nobody understands so they just shout
That makes me feel worthless, about myself with doubt
What will make them listen?
Without a fight
After all it saves me another malicious ****** night
So this poem is ending
I need to find an alternative
From the sharp tools across my skin
And hopefully I will find my beauty within