All I need is for my eyeliner to be catlike, pitch black.
An oncore of fierceness that will precede me all day
And then nothing else will touch me.
Too often it takes one smudge to break me.
I am loosing touch with the present;
Yesterday my English teacher had to call my name 5 times
Before I realised who she was talking to.
I’ve started taking long walks alone at night
Just so I don’t have to think for a few hours.
But these walks are getting longer and I’m slowly forgetting
How to go back to being me when I arrive home.
Maybe I just need perfect makeup
Or perhaps the mask runs deeper than the surface of my skin.
Either way, I woke up alone this morning
And I think I getting bad again.
|—||"These Days" R.R-P (wildwritings)|