They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.

You are so sweet,
he says.
And he means it.

But after he leaves,
he does not see that I stay in my car
and cry
for all of the more intimate details of me
that he forever neglects to acknowledge.

don't i mean anything to you?
just a little bit
don't i deserve some love from you
why won't you look at me?

i been hurting for all these years
yet you let me go from your embrace
all i ever wanted was you
yet you say nothing at all.

don't i made you happy?
did i made you feel unloved?
i gave you all my heart
yet even though i cry blood you still let me go.

don't i deserve you?
i made you happy
yet it wasn't enough doesn't it
wasn't enough to make you feel loved.