She feels like her world, is broken
She's always felt she's been, outspoken
She's trying to send the signs
To say she's not alright
No one can see her pain
(Behind mascara eyes)
No one knows the battle she fights inside
(Behind mascara eyes)
And no one looks beyond her smile
They would see she is crying on the inside
(Behind mascara eyes)
Can you feel the hurt deep down?
You're trying to keep strong.
You're trying to hold the faith
But with every hit
Another part of you breaks.

Yeah you feel like fading
Skies are turning grey
And the sun has been blocked out
by the cold hard rain
But after the darkness
There is a new dawn
There are bluer skies,
On the other side of this storm
Come on your gonna get through it
You know that you can do it
We are gonna get through it.

Situations arise,
and you feel like your life
is like a runaway train.
And you're never gonna catch up
with yourself again.
You've felt the doubt,
Like you're trapped in a hole,
And you can't get out.
You thought you were grown up,
but you haven't done that much.
And sometimes it feels like
you're not good enough,
so you feel like giving up.

Yeah you feel like fading
Skies are turning grey
And the sun has been blocked out
by the cold hard rain
But after the darkness
There is a new dawn
There are bluer skies,
On the other side of this storm
Come on your gonna get through it
You know that you can do it
We are gonna get through it.

You've been cut down to size,
way too many times.
You've thrown your heart out on the line,
only to get rejected or denied.
They say it's all a part of life.
You wish upon stars every night,
holding on to hope,
that it can only get better
You're looking for that smile
you haven't felt in a while
that one true happiness
you felt as a child.

Yeah you feel like fading
Skies are turning grey
And the sun has been blocked out
by the cold hard rain
But after the darkness
There is a new dawn
There are bluer skies,
On the other side of this storm
Come on your gonna get through it
You know that you can do it
We are gonna get through it.

©2017 Written By Benji James

Mascara blood
Ash and ***
On the Rorschach sheets where we make love

**** the world **** straight malaise,
It may be just us who feel this way.

But don't ever doubt this, my steadfast conviction.
My love, you're the one I want to watch the ship go down with.

The future can't be real, I barely know how long a moment is.

we're naked getting high on the mattress
While the global market crashes.

As death fills the streets we're Conceiving life ,

Everything is doomed, and nothing will be spared

Don't they see the darkness rising?
Good luck figuring oblivion
We're getting out now while we can

I've brought my mother's depression
You've got your father's scorn and a wayward aunt's schizophrenia.

But everything is fine
Don't give into despair
Because I love you.

A blank canvas
Ready for color
With some paint
and a brush
After hours and hours
She transformed it
to art

A clean face
Ready for make-up
With some mascara
and a lipstick
After hours and hours
She made herself
pretty

With her make-up on
she said to the artist
"You're wasting your time
with all of your paintings"
Then the artist said
to her pretty, little friend
"Tell me darling,
what is really the
difference between
you and me?"

I thought I saw
Late one night
Obsequious in
Voluminous light
Emotionally distressed
Your tears cascading, shining bright
Opposed to black mascara left in
Unscripted tracks down your face.

I woke up to her,
drenched in wine
and mascara tears
I woke up,
wore my dress
and
stared out of her window
as if it were mine,
as if I had the right to
undress her fears
and throw them
on railway tracks.
I woke up and I
couldn’t look at her
without cringing
the bruises,
the tender skin,
the way she screamed
through the night
and held my body
for safety
I woke up and I
felt her drift away
from everything
we have known
I woke up and
I shouldn’t have
woken up.

When you look in to my eyes,
Do you see windows,
Or do you see black paint,  mascara,  eyeliner?

And if you see mascara, can you tell how much it cost?
or how many times I put it on, and washed it off before deciding it was good enough?
and redrew the wing of my eyeliner so at least something would look sharp tonight?
and how long I spent debating whether you like girls who wear makeup or not,
and if you would make out my hesitations through the clumps?

And if you see windows, tell me, what do you see through them?
Do you see my thoughts and ideas?
Can you see the garden I planted for you through them?
or did the last person who looked through my windows leave too many mascara streaks?
Or maybe you just see the empty widow frames, and want to install your own glass in them?

Of course,  if you ever looked at my eyes you would know, but you only see in colour when you scroll though my Instagram page trying to decode whether my caption is about you or not, and whether that other girl looks better without makeup than me?
I’d have to agree with you. Mascara is easier to spot when the filter is on high saturation.

If only windows worked like that.

As if covering yourself in blankets
And wearing expensive mascara will protect your heart this time.

K R W

Would you still say it
if I were standing before you,
fresh mascara staining your favorite sweater
and scars to show for a cause unknown ?

i'm tired of these
black mascara tears
dripping down my face