If Only For Tomorrow

What precisely am I suppose to think
When I can’t catch my breathe
And my hands
Don’t feel a thing
For I am not beautiful
I am not pretty
Keep your filthy hands away



What am I suppose to do
When i'm drowning inside myself
And my head
It wont stop hurting
Damn these migraines
For I am not beautiful
I am not pretty
Keep all of your thoughts to yourself



What was it I was supposed to be seeing?
For I’m blind to my mind’s own inner eye
And my senses
Are not working so well
Kinda tipsy turvy
For I am not beautiful
I am not pretty
Keep all of your feelings inside




What is going on in my life?
Someone please inform me
Because I can not understand
All these feelings and fears
They’re tearing me apart inside
I’ve been ripped to my very being
To the fiber of who I am
For I am NOT beautiful
Nor am I pretty
And because of that fact
I lay here all alone tonight
Sleeping with my horrors
And all my draining sorrows
And I wait, praying for the morrow
If only the sun could rise a little faster
For my heart wont last that long
I can't wait that long. . .
For i am not beautiful
And i am not pretty
I am simply myself
I am nothing

• A former member wrote: I relate to this so much, very emotional
  
  
• On Saturday, July 22, 2006, Rachel (306) wrote:
  
  I miss reading your words. You've always been beautiful to me. :)
  
  
• On Tuesday, July 4, 2006, mywristshurt (449) wrote:
  
  i think this poem explains so much pain and self conflict.. you have a way to express emotions, with out really using actions.. you are at the top 5 list for my favorite writers, and this is just another one of the reasons why
  
  
• On Sunday, July 2, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  jeez..this was sombre riddled from beginning to end..you sadly repeat this 'I mam not beautiful, etc' like a mantra..i suppose it becomes the truth regardless of what others say anyway..holy heckers.