Yours Truly

xxvii. eccedentesiast

-X-

Your smile is so bright,
But your eyes is so hollow.
When you laugh it's a beautiful sight,
It makes everyone's gazes follow.

You tucked a piece of your hair in your ear,
As you giggled with glee.
And somehow those giggles turned into sobs that I now hear,
Tears emerged in your eyes, I see.

Pain pranced in your soul,
Your screams, a delicate sound.
It's a strike in the game of bowl,
Anxiety wasn't kidding this time around.

"I am perfect."
I hear you say.
"I am perfect." You said once again.
"Are you?" A familiar voice interrupted.
"I am perfect." You replied.
And somehow, that sounded so wrong.
A metallic taste surround your taste buds as you unknowingly bit your tongue.
"Am I?"

You grabbed a bottle and opened it with a 'pop',
Squished it through your mouth until you gagged.
"I am perfect." You repeated.
You looked into the mirror and faced your awful and disheveled appearance.

I saw you forced a smile.
I saw you forced a laugh.
But tears soon managed to fall,
Until it was no more.

I just watched.

I just watched.

I just watched.

"You will never be perfect." You continued to cry,
As I looked around the room to find where the voice comes from.
I stopped as I looked at the mirror.
You stopped crying and looked up as well.

Our gazes met,
But then you smiled.
I saw you picked up the blade,
And pierced it down your skin,
Repeatedly.

It hurts.

Make it stop.

Please.

-X-