Be Beautiful.

Screaming,
We're Born,
Or've already died.
At age nine, we learn,
To turn screams to sighs.

Kissing,
We miss,
We even exist.
At ten and six, Desire,
Too cheap to resist.

Fucking,
We fall,
Forget we're alive.
At ten plus nine, we're dead,
Just passing the time.

Crying,
We kiss,
Arts cold blue lips.
At twenty-one, we mourn,
The dreaming now gone.

Nothing,
We slip,
Into a shallow grave.
At an early age, we merge,
With the world we should've changed.