All and nothing

What is beauty?

The greatest harm I can cause myself?

Sand, then glue my fingertips

  with plastic?

Unfeeling - unyielding 


Let the bleach eat my hair?

Why is the pain of beauty 

  enough to bear?


Bitter metal rips the flesh

Look at the injury I can inflict

Why do I hate myself this much?

The stain of beauty is such.


Beautiful I must be

Must destroy natural me.

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April 9

Looking out the window, what do I see?
An ugly tree, and wet ground.
Singing birds, and sad sounds. All of this, would be so much less,
If you hadn't been emotionless.

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Journal Poem For April 9th

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