I do still smile.
I promise.
My smile doesn't come from what society thinks as a smile however.
I do still smile.
I promise.
I smile for the artwork on my wrists and thighs.
I smile for the pain inside and out that I cause myself.
I smile for the thought of the struggle being almost over.
I smile for the puffy eyes I now have.
I smile for the little pieces of my heart that are left around shattered.
I smile for the vodka slipping away the pain.
I smile for the smoke drifting my mind away.
I smile for it all being forgotten.
I smile for the others like me.
My smile doesn't come from what society thinks as a smile.
I do still smile.
I promise.
