Death seems like a promising escape.
No matter what version of afterlife awaits, I know it cannot be worse than this.
This constant hollowness eating away at my soul, reminding me I’m alone and I am fading fast.
That smile on my face that incited your own,
it wasn’t real.
The moment I turned away it fell from my face,
Shattering into billions of pieces silently at my feet.
But don’t worry I keep backups. I mean these things happen all the time.
Faces fall,
Joy leaves
But I’ll always be ready to put on a show for you, if it makes you feel better,
Worry less.
I won’t let you see how empty I am inside.
See cause if you opened me up,
And pulled back my layers.
All that is there would be rotten and foul
I die,
Everyday.
But not in the way that I yearn for.
I smile because it makes YOU happy, and somehow YOUR happiness is supposed to rub off on me,
right?
Because that widening smile on your beautiful face will inspire mine to mirror it, but I guess that’s all my smile really is.
A reflection of what it should be,
what it should mean.