Smeared through out my life wiped away and left with a mark.
Never to leave always to stay.
I quickly try to hide the smears around my eyes.
Nights of crying yourself to sleep will leave you with nothing,
but a wet pillow and ruined make up.
It will not fix your Broken heart.
You can let your mascara run down your face,
but it wont help the wounds around your wrist.
They wont heal any faster.
Creating more will only delay your pain from over coming you.
Mascara smears.
Eyeliner tears.
Black on black, running with the red of your blood.
Dancing together into the sink below.
Out of mind again.
You fix it up, pick your self up again.
Nothing is wrong with the mirror image you are seeing.
It is just the real you.
Mascara smears.
Eyeliner tears.
It is you, never fading never leaving.
 
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