listen to me.. im depression..
"fake me a smile", he whispered..
"go on, one more time."
he breathed into my ear, the smell of the cigarettes he smoked flaring my nostrils..
"no.. wear this.." he whispered.."but im not even cold..?" i inquired, letting him cover me head to toe.
"when they ask you.. thats not whats going to be told.." he held me, thumbing my flawed skin, tracing one line after another.
"and if they notice?" i furrowed my brow, feeling like a cow as i sneaked a vain look at my flawed reflection.
"don't show any signs" he answered, making it sound all so right..
"i dont know.." i looked down, feeling uneasy.
"don't mind the dizziness.. those are the drugs you take to try and kill your self." he informed, placing a cool hand on my waist.
"do i want to die..?"
"of course."
"and.. you touching me.. thats okay?" i refrence to his hand, as he pulled me into him and slid his dancing fingers down my sides
"why not, you cant say anything about it. i do as i please with you, until theres nothing left"
"oh.."
YOU ARE READING
happysadness :(:
Poetrya poem to capture every moment only thought of in my head..the ones i replay late at night, crying myself to bed. i figured i better write them somewhere... or they'll remain unknown once I'm dead..
