Psuedo til Suicide

Painting on her smile,
Combing back her hair,
Time to start the fake life,
That adds to her dispare.

At night she removes her false smile,
And cries herself to sleep,
Praying for a different tomorrow,
To make her feel less weak.

Tomorrow comes and again it begins,
Painting on the lie,
Its different today, she decides,
Taking the rope and preparing to die.