For Someone Who's Dead

I feel so pretty
for someone who's dead.

The pretty scars
running along my face,
the tales of a fight,
I'd never be saved.

A puckered lip
kissed across my chest,
I feel so pretty
for someone who's dead.

Dark purple spots
wrapped around my neck,
I feel so pretty
for someone who's dead.

The wonderful gashes
on my body like story lines,
tell the world of my tale,
the moment I lost my mind.

The beautiful blank stare
I earned after I lost my head,
makes me feel pretty
for someone who's dead.

by MsSchizo
posted on 11/17/2011

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