Smiling

Lonely Girl,
I see you.

You flash that brilliant smile
and shake your violent hair
but the pain is evident
and I worry for your sanity.

We can only fake it till we make it so long,
before the seething black liquid runs its course
hardening your veins,
heightening your blood pressure
and destroying your true self
along with everyone you know.

Stop trying so hard to be seen
and except the emptiness that follows inevitable loss.

We all want to be happy,
but happiness can sometimes be the familiar,
the unexpected,
and the beauty in simplicity.

Accept it,
learn to love,
then end it.