Tears flowing silently, leaving a bitter trail of pain,
Thoughts of violence circling me, I'm slowing going insane,
Nothing making sense now, I'm cursed to hardened life,
Curled with racing images of a time without the knife.
Everything seems so distant, like a dream of normality's grip,
A falsenened time of happiness, before this sinking ship,
A time when smiles were meaningful, and light behind my eyes,
Before my longing hope for a time when I could die.
Mascara river now flowing, lipstick smudged through thought,
Just an empty shell of acceptance now left feeling distraught,
Soaked in sorrowful pastime, helpless to my own being,
Blind to any reality because now pain is all I'm seeing.
