Shattered Smiles

She laughs at the thoughts
There's nothing to worry about
She only craved this distraught
She would never see it out.

She laughs at the blade
How nice would it be
To rid of the thought outstayed
Leave that room bare and empty.

She laughs at her wrists
So pretty and unmarked
As the thoughts persist
A fire sparks.

She laughs at the lines
Straight smooth and bloody
Drawing a breathtaking design
That shall prove to be deadly.

They laugh at her scars
No one cares to read
Her pretty crimson memoir
No one cares enough to believe.

She laughs at their confusion
No one knew her troubles
They just lived their little illusion
Their utopian false fables.

She grins at the crowd
Her strong jaw clenched
She lies there proud
Of her new form fitting trench.