Beautiful Disaster

I am the best at being
A beautiful disaster.
My sisters aren't so fond of me.
Parents don't dare to trust me.
I cope with smokes and alcohol.
Wishing for something I never learned to miss.
The only one I have is myself
And I can't begin to trust me either.
How much longer must I stray downhill?
Until I am buried beneath the dirt?
Scrapes and bruises.
Endlessly wishing to die.
I would always be
A beautiful disaster.
To both myself and the world.

Author's Note

I was listening to a song by Kelly Clarkson that had this title, so I decided to use it. Though my poem tells a different story than her song (obviously!)

Reviews

[Bluefire]

You're beautiful, but I don't think you're the one who's the disaster. ^^
I love that song, and the title immediately made me want to listen to it. x3
This is very well written, and it comes from the heart.
Well done. ^^