Plastered

A plastered smile on my face, eyes that seem to stare into space.
Words bounce off my ears confirming your worst fears.
Same dress, shoes, and style of hair, he just left me there.

A plastered frown across your face, eyes that seem to stare into space.
A tear rolling down your cheek, you can't see what you came to seek.
A terror filled scream full of freight, when you found me laying dead that night.

A guilty conscience because you did not tell, now your stuck in your own personal hell.
You talk to me even though I'm dead, the memories play over and over in your head.