Thoughts,

I put on a smile, laugh a little and pretend everything’s great. I get dressed in the morning; conceal everything I try so hard to hide. No body suspects a thing, and that’s exactly what I want….right? The cuts on my wrist I want so badly to be noticed but hope nobody sees, what would happen if someone did see them? Would they punish me, or look at me with pity and pretend I never existed. The makeup and clothes I wear can’t control thoughts I have. Always wondering whether or not death would be a better option than life, weighing up the pros against the cons. I don’t understand my emotions or my feelings; I just know that sometimes it hurts so much I wish I was just, gone.