
I’m bruised and heartbroken
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Never the first one whose chosen
Tell me that I’m beautiful
I have high anxiety
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Can’t fit with society
Tell me that I’m beautiful
I put makeup on my brush
To erase all the impurities
Tell me that I’m beautiful
I don’t rush in the rain
So you can tell me that I’m beautiful
I mumble when I sang
Tell me that I’m beautiful
I want love but it’s not a “thing”
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Shattered glass is on the floor
It can’t tell me that I’m beautiful
My head’s my only voice
It tells me I’m not beautiful
Don’t fight tears, let it pour
Cause it tells me I’m not beautiful
I can’t love me anymore
There’s nothing left that’s beautiful
Abused and physically raped
Nobody thinks I’m beautiful
I’m scarred within my brain
Beautiful would leave eventually
I drink away my pain
Cause I can’t love me physically
But just for another day
Tell me that I’m beautiful



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