(just a little something that popped into my head, I haven't given it a title yet. Tell me what you think ) I always wondered why I felt this way. Like I'm alway alone. Isolated. No sign of life around me because I was broken. Beauty. The one word that makes the world go round , turn the most beautiful smile into a frown when used to make others depressed and unwanted. It hurts , not only because we feel it's true but only because the term is publicly misused to abuse those of us who had hope. Only to have our hopes shattered in seconds. No minutes , hours , or even days were given to us so that we could fix ourselves. We are lost. Not in the depths of the world but in the depths of despair. Sinners we are called. Only because we bring a blade down on our wrist to get that cloud nine feeling. We just want it to go away. We don't cry. No , we can't cry. It never helps. No feeling sorry for ourselves because it gets us nowhere. There are thousands , millions , of us that feel this way. Just make it stop. I don't want to forever be a dragonfly without wings. Because even though I'm called beautiful. To me , myself. I am the total opposite. I'm hideous.