I am, such a wretched wretched girl
And I don’t have anyone to show the ugliness to. To relieve me of the burden of carrying it alone
Ugliness that scowl
Happiness ill gained and at the expense
No matter how slight subtle that manipulation.
Tears haltingly flow chokes in spasms
And exhausted unpeaceful quietitude
Times when death and unfeeling seems like the definite cure