I Write Dark Poetry

Words..
Sometimes people tell me things.
I stare blankly my eyes dead and blue
My eyes are the prettiest
And I’m beautiful.
I look at myself and can’t make sense of that.
Pieces.
Angry
Sad.
Broken smile
Is that pretty?
Is it the truth?
My eyes cry tearlessly.
See me?
I can’t see me.
I see hurt and ugly.