Black Mascara Tears

Parts of me are falling apart.

I'm breaking, bits by bits falling.

I feel the urge, to place the cold blade agianst my skin.

To feel that cool and burning sensation again.

I feel like I deserve to feel those sensations again.

Black mascara tears run down like razor blades, stinging my soft skin.

Big black mascara smugs left behind on my face.

Burning boring brown eyes.

Broken, drowning in lies.

Even you lie to me sometimes.

Don't deny.

Feeling worthless.

Feeling angry and upset.

Hating myself and everyone else.

My feelings don't really matter anymore.

People say they will always be here for me.

Where are they now?