Beautiful Things Poem by Lauren Owens

woke up early again
i think im going slowly insane
getting harder to ignore
the only thing i was sure of my name
but i think its crept away

No ones calling at the door
Still frozen in cold blood
who am i this time
wheres my name
i guess it crept away

Take this happy ending away
nothings changed
everythings just as hard
just with beautiful things
i forgot
how hard life could be
but i still manage to see
beautiful things

if i stopped for just a second
would the way i see change
could i ever be one or those beautiful things
if they looked and really saw
would i dazzle like them
or are they just like me
can the only see beautiful things

frozen in cold blood
i wish theyd return my name

Completely numb
cold blood running me undone
i still manage to see
Beautiful things.