Smile trying to focus. Laugh trying to think.
Look with those eyes that are screaming, screaming for someone to notice.
Eyes that could cry a million blood sharp tears but is there a point in crying?
no. crying is a weakness, so I guess that makes me weak.
Weak for letting emotion flow, showing I care.
I just want this to be over but until that day comes I will forver be the girl who smiles that fake smile, laughs off the pain and those eyes.
The screaming ones.