WHAT THE FUCK I FUCKING HATE THIS PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY 

she was beautiful
but not in the way that you might expect. 
she was tiny and fragile.
her bones ached with regret. 
her mouth, dry.
her lips, chapped.
she did not speak humble thoughts.
her laugh no longer heard. 
her eyes became the colour of the cold sea.
once so magnificent,
and bursting with life.
Now they lacked emotion. 
her smile once crooked and bent
never again made the visit to her lips.
she cradled herself in the corner of her room.
tears streamed down her face.
her mind was a bad winter storm.
she begged and begged
for some kind of change
to maybe wake up tomorrow
and forget yesterday.
she faded into her clothes.
her long baggy pants
and oversized tees, that once fitted her
and it once and for all took over her.
the demons in the girl ate her mind
and ate her soul
devoured her like a caterpillar
would devour a fancy petal.
spilling red oil into blue lungs
suffocating happiness right out of its shell.
but she fought
she fought the war in her mind
and the evil that pumped through her veins.
And despite everything
she was still beautiful
Beautiful in the way the shore kisses white feet.
In the way the moon hides itself
in the curtain of darkness.
she was beautiful
in the way wind dances in her hair
and shy lovers hold hands.
she is beautiful in the way of morning air
and black coffee
and the love poems
that live in each broken heart
She was, is and always will be beautiful
because she refused to taste sadness 
and suffering
even when it was the only thing left to eat.

-Written by Phe Knights 

(Source: xxxsuicide)