...I'm imperfect

death comes on swift wings for us all but, sweety, it wasn't your turn yet. i love you. and i miss you..

Perfection is a must


Whetheryou give away your heart
Your mind
Or your body
Perfection is a must

You are beautiful
But you don’t see it
"I'm so fat" you say over
And over at lease you
See your image and not a monster

Never mind that your sister
Says
"Im not pretty enough
Please
Don’t touch me just cut me
But hey you at least have a body"

For your sister though
She is beautiful
Say’s "im not worthy of this body"
And lost her limbs

Even though they are pretty
Never knowing what thier true beauty
Is even though all are skinny and all
Are pretty
They feel imperfect

And as you know

Perfection is a must

Heart in your hands

Though your heart is in your hands
Its not to give away but to throw away
With your in your hands you and
Not beating in your chest
With your tattooed grin
And your red socks
Your died red hair
You feel happy even though
You are alone and discontented
With your mind in your hand

With your mind In one hand and
A credit card in the other
There is no time to look at your reflection
Though its no guess what you’ll see
A monster through and through
So you cover up that monster with
More and more plastic
Never caring what happens
People see only perfection
But not you
Not when your mind is in your hand