the world is sick. kids are nasty. i see girls advertise beautiful things as ugly. i see kids scratch at themselves or their pipe: anything to make themselves move. i see spilt pills, fake smiles, crying sex. grey kisses and blackened hugs. a world of fake. a world of grey. wandering tears and floating words. someone please understand. razor blades and vicadin. someone please kill me. i see a world where what's not fake is dead. or on it's way there. i see a world where pain turns into beauty in a sick sick way. where a cry for attention can be camoflauged in a cry for help. where the ones who you sympathize with are only fakers. where beauty lies in truth and truth is no where to be found. i see a world. beauty painted on liars like grey ash. pain globbed on thinkers like invisibilty cloaks. i see a world. where beauty has been disguised. i see a world. and all that's been left as truth. is the rain.