ha. let's be emo.
It's empty inside, but you couldn't tell.
Thoughts of suicide sound so swell.
The shower water trickles down her body.
A wash cloth leaves a soapy trail.
Her finger brushes against a vein in the wrist
And she finds herself thinking about how easy it would be.
Is it like putting your soul up for sale?
She has many beliefs, even of Jesus Christ,
But yet she feels nothing inside.
She wants everything in her life to be an example
Of what she really wishes her life was.
She really wishes she was always happy
Instead of faking the smiles and laughs.
The twinkling in her eyes is from holding back tears,
Tears that haven't fallen for so many years...
The cold water brings her back to the present,
Brings her back from the foul memories.
She turns the water off, dries herself with a towel,
And steps back out into her fantasy world.