Is it weird,
That I think I look cute with tears,
In my eyes.
I don’t understand why.
I got a bruise on my knee.
And I think it looks nice on me.
In my mind,
It fits me,
Don’t ask me why I think this,
I wouldn’t be able to tell you,
My head is a strange place.
Filled with dark thoughts and constant yelling too,
Am I just weird,
I know this isn’t normal,
But I can’t help it,
These thoughts were never formal,
It’s why I never say anything,
Why I always keep to myself,
I’m plagued with these thoughts,
And it feels like I have no one to tell,
It’s more like I don’t want to tell,
I don’t want to scare the ones I love away,
That’s why I need to keep to myself,
But I still look cute,
With my scars,
It fits me perfectly,
They’re my beauty marks.
~a sleepy ghost~