The Trees

They told me to write about something beautiful
They wrote about the birds and trees, ladybugs and the bees
But you can't see beauty when you think like me
When all you want it to be hit by a car,
The thoughts of beauty can only go so far
The beauty of not being scared
The thoughts I have of if I dared
Maybe I'd take those pills or make old scars new
The knowledge that if they only knew
I see no beauty in my life
Not even in dawn or evening twilight
They'd put me in a padded room
My needs meaning nothing
What else is new?
I see beauty in the only thing I need
The end of my longtime pain
Because even if I was happy,
I wouldn't be the same
I want to swallow the tablets
Make the blood drip down my wrists
My beauty is knowing if I was gone I wouldn't be missed
They told me to write about something beautiful
I wrote and they could finally see
My beauty is the same as you find in the trees

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