Hidden Facts

A smile,
A great cover,
As long as a mile,
Make others hover.

Happiness,
how i wish to be,
a lady with such finesse,
but my life is nothing to see.

A laugh,
something i make others do,
all i do is tap my calf,
and others giggle while i hide my life being a poo.

Magazines,
i stare at them,
the girls are something how i want to be seen,
so i shorten my hem.

Death oh to be bloody,
i often thought to resort,
bury my feelings with my cold hard body,
jump off a 500 m fort.

Alcohol,
my last chance to be free,
have a fun time without thinking of the toll,
because all i wanted was to be.