Tragic Comedies ((code words))

Oh, tragic comedies,
over before they can start,
little catatonic eruptions,
that tore apart her heart

Smiley face balloons,
stare out of too-dark windows,
secrets written on a wrist,
what she does, nobody knows

And she swears it was an accident,
accident of the intentional kind,
dear reader, would you like to know,
like to know what's on the poet's mind?

Every little thought
is a cage unto itself
every single silent word,
is a plead for someone's help

She wrote so many love letters,
signed them with her tears,
don't ever forget "I'm just fine"
is a code phrase for "I'm dying here"