I keep contemplating suicide
And struggling to resist the urge my tempting blades give me;
But as I stare at the ceiling,
Thinking about how if I don't do anything stupid that tomorrow my perfect fake smile will fool everyone
I find myself thinking of random small things to do to make others happy
As if they'll know something is wrong, stop, get to know me, and help me feel better
Like these strangers will kiss and heal the broken parts of myself
Stupid silly girl, no one cares...