-Hannah-

what i don\'t say

Faking smiles, blade-slicing on hips

Food sitting on the plate, uneaten, untouched

Flushing the toilet, lying on the cold floor

Facing all the mirrors away, can\'t face the pain

Baggy hoodies and baggy pants

Hiding every body part, shrinking shoulders in

Blasting music to cover up the sounds

Hoping and praying, one last time, that it\'ll all calm down

Lights becoming too bright

People getting way too loud

Laughter is a foreign sound

Pain is all that is known now

Shaking and trying to stand up straight

Sleep is such a hard task to acheive

Silence is the only thing that comes out

Slipping into depression, waiting for the snap