Choke back your pills
Gulp down the bittersweet sensation
Wipe the tears from your pale eyes
Paint your nails in the dim light
Comb back your hair
And colour in your face
Swallow the feeling of failure
That devours you from within your soul.
Take a look around
Clean the cuts that envelope your wrists
Hide them under bandages of white cotton
And a white school shirt gets pulled on
Over your black top
That hides your insecurities
In a veil of stereotypical fantasies.
Walk out of your house
Switch on the mp3 that plays the tracks
That you don't want to hear
But you close your eyes and whistle something happy.
There you stand
For the world to see
No one bothers
One more day
And tomorrow you know
That all this will be the same
But you are running out of pills to take away all the pain.