I Feel Alive

Everytime i take a look back,

daggers fly, like lightning,

blood jet-black,

running down my cheeks,

tearing at my skin,

checking,

am i beautiful,

When i realise,

I'll be nothing but bones,

in the end.

so am I beautiful,

on the inside?

So fucking juvenile,

always worthwhile,

hostile,

skin hardens,

I'm immobile,

just trying,

to find out if,

I am beautiful,

on the inside.