Tears stain my face
Blood stains my arms
I don't even know who it is that stands in the mirror anymore
It looks like an impostor
Blood shot eyes
Scars
Smudged makeup
I just see a girl a girl
A girl who's eyes are vacant of everything but sadness
You can see it in her eyes that she's suffering
Is this me?
I don't even recognize myself anymore
I sit back down on the bathroom floor
and cry
and think
I think about the people I love
The people who make me happy
And then all the times I've been hurt
Then those 13 reasons come to mind
I want to
But I can't
I have to hold onto something
I'm not as strong as people believe
I'm weak
So weak I can't even stand on my own two feet
Even if I do have a crutch
Someone to hold onto
I still stumble
And still fall
And each time
I hit the ground harder and harder
And it hurts more and more
I scream for help
But my plea reaches the ears of no one
No one can hear me
Or do they just chose to be deaf to my call for help?
Do they just not care?
I cry because I'm confused
And unwanted
Then I remember,
I remember you,
I stand up
Wash my face
And clean my arms of any trace of anything
Trying to wash away the damage I've done
I stop
And smile
You are the reason I always smile
and sometimes you're the reason I cry
but without you I wouldn't have gotten this far in life
I would be lost somewhere
Possibly even killed
I sigh and take one last look in the mirror
At the person I'm supposed to be
I can't do anymore damage to myself
Not today.
I clear my face making it impassive of the pain and sadness I'm feeling
And smile
And laugh
And I put on a charade of being happy
So you
And everyone else
Doesn't have to worry
Which brings me back to the words I keep hearing,
"Do you feel as good as you put on?"
