Pain

Is it right? Is it wrong?
To starve yourself, you must be strong.
Slice the inches from your waist.
Filled with love.
Filled with hate.
For me to be strong, i must first break.
Cold hard fists, along my face.
Beauty is Happy.
Beauty is thin.
Beauty are the marks left along my skin.
Beauty is life.
Beauty is death.
Beauty is the reason why he left.