Her Holister Clothes, her Ugg boots,
The 600 hair products in her bathroom,
and the ruby red smile she paints on every day.
The house of cards that is her so called perfect life
toppled by a gust of wind.
She's in the bathroom crying again.
A rusty blade glides across her wrist
like a snake in the grass
a crimson river runs off her fingertips
forming a heart shaped puddle at her feet
but she cant see
mascara running down her cheek
she gets to the sink
washes off her face
wraps her wrist in a blue cloth and a bracelet that says peace
paints on her ruby red smile
and picks up the 52 tear stained cards that is her so called perfect life.