Smile they tell you even when you don't want to. Even when all you want to do is scream at the walls restraining you, inching forward. It's so easy, to be that coward, cutting into your own flesh, letting the blood dribble down your arms. But when you lay there sobbing, back aching from the uncomfortable position, will you be able to smile. But I'll smile for you sunshine, I'll smile when all I want to do is yell and scream. Do you see me, I'm smiling. I swear I am, oh am wait sorry, my wrists are, not me. Silly me, I thought you wanted me to smile. So I will, in the only way I know how, with fucking fake plastered smiles that I practice in the mirror.
-Esha Dev
(Happy Mia)
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Every thing and Nothing
PoetryEvery thought and small parts of a book I'm writing:)
