Notebook 035

Suicide Is The New Black
Journal Entry: Sat Apr 16, 2005, 12:46 PM


Redring your eyes and dress in black.
Eyeline away your windows in hope that on one will notice the water inside.
Swelling, filling.

Finally, your make-up cant hide the bags.
Your sleeves cant absorb anymore.
Just take them away.
Make yourself some new scars.

Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Floor.

But you aint in it for the numbers.
You aint in it for the scars.
You're in this for the ride.
The sympathy.
The greasy hair and fingerless gloves.
The attention.

You smile through your running eyes when a shoulder is near.
Just because they've acknowledged.
But no one cares.
No one minds.
No one has the right piece of mind.

They just dont want the guilt of thinking that they didnt notice you;

When your eyes close for the last time.