Fake Smiles

He walks, smiling
Trying his very best
To keep that smile
But in the back of his mind
He thinks
Do they not know their words hurt?
Or do they think,
That what they're saying will help?
Do they not see,
That they are distorying the little will I have left?
He knows his own thoughts are killing him
Slowly eating at him alive
And when he gets home
He looks in the mirror
And sees that girl
That girl he hates so very much
Tears slip down his cheeks
With a gun in his hand
Cut on his wirsts
A smile playing at his lips
With last thoughts
Stop acting like a bitch
And pull the fucking trigger