I hate the person staring back at me
im the only one hat knows the truth
her life of fake smiles and lies
laughter to cover the pain
wristbands to cover the cuts
death is whats on her mind
where, when, and how
the questions shes thought about before
the answers were always the same
as i watcher her tie the knot and place the rope around her neck
i looked in the mirror one last time
and smiled for what seemed to be the first real smile in months
