September 12, 2012

I cut my wrists with my 

eyes today and bled out onto the floor. He 

asked me too many times to smile 

from underneath that thin little jacket that he 

liked so much. Just smile. 

I want to see you smile. Then I’ll know 

you’re real. But I had never felt more 

fake than when I looked back at those 

pictures with tears in my eyes and the joke 

that I was beautiful 

that I took too seriously.