Am i beautiful yet?

My skin crawls off of my bones on makeshift hands and knees.
It spreads toward you, miles away.
My weeping eyes ran out of tears long ago and now blood replaces them and drenches my cheeks as it is sucked from my veins.
I am the latest trainwreck victim, whose decapitated limbs are still twitching from the adrenaline.
I am falling thirty stories just because I thought I saw you below.
I am ripped inside out only because it hurts less than our last kiss.
One day I will be frozen stiff in a rocking chair as my wrinkled face drips down my nose and chin because I waited so long for you to come back.
The sun will have cooked me well done for days.
I just wanted you.
I just wanted to impress you.
My eyes were always painted black and my lips brushed red.
But it was never pretty enough.
So as I help destroy what is left of the miserable body you so easily let yourself enter and exit, I fall apart.

Am I beautiful yet?