You were made of millions of Crystals yet
Your crystalline structure was nothing more
Than a burden for you to carry on
Your shoulders of delicate Amethyst.

The only time you felt worthwhile was
When you sank a razor into your Turquoise
Veins and the Tears of Lapis Lazuli mixed
With the muffled cries of self loathing.

The only time you felt beautiful was
When the Diamond heart inside of your
Onyx body shattered into a million pieces but
No one was there to marvel at the Rainbow
coloured light rays reflecting off of the glass.

You were tired of being ignored so
You built up walls of Quartz just so
You could never feel the warmth of a touch,
Touch on your Icy, Jade Skin.

No matter how lonely you felt, You
Reminded yourself that you were
Built of Stone afterall.

© Willows