You Know It's Bad When You Can Cry Without Ruining Your Makeup.
A tear nonchalantly rolls down my face as the blade pierces my skin.
I knew that I let the voices win.
Wherever I go I always have my mascara to plaster on-
cover up the tears that flow.
No matter what I do there is always a voice that yells:
"Do it."
No.
"No one cares"
Stop-
"Jump."
OK.
©krickette
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