Its hard
not being beautiful...

I want to kiss you
not some sweet...

I caught the sugary sent
Of the man I love...

I am in pain
all over...

Take your time
shoving ur fingers...

I've cried so many times
now my eyes are dry...

You tap the syringe
making sure there are no air bubbles...

Every morning you stand infront of the mirror
looking at yourself...

You sit there crying
looking down at the hideous pictures...

Though the years
have gone and past...

At this point in my life
i can no longer express my feelings on these...

Smile
as you go down on me...