Beautiful

That is what he called me,

          Beautiful.

The word no longer said to a

          *****.

That is the word that daddy said

          I would be.

But he no longer assures me

          I have become that.

For as many dicks I've swallowed,

The creeping of the bugs,

like ***, that scratch my throat.

A scratch I cannot Itch.

          Beautiful.

Like the locust in my throat,

                    Humming.

I swallow down my lump in

          My throat harder.

Nobody bothers to call the

          *****.

Nobody cries over a

         *****'s story.

Nobody is stricken with grief

      when they see that

         *****.

They say, "Look their's a

                       Two piece for a

                           Two dollar *****."

Put on your ******* makeup

       Don't answer the call.

Vomit tears of, waves of,

                         Toxic waste.

Claw my throat on the way up, and remind me

                  of why I am alone.

          Beautiful.

She's beautiful because

                         SHE

                   Has ****-sucking

                        Lips.

She's beautiful because

                       SHE

                   Has a waist and *****.

She's beautiful because

        SHE's

Better,

    So much

         Better than

                    Me.

Beautiful is another word

       for

             Suicide.

RoTTenKoRn RoTTenKoRn
18-21, F
1 Response Mar 18, 2009

*bravo* dam good poem...