People always say how you can see someone’s pain through they’re eyes. But that’s not true, I mean it is to some degree, but my eyes are not what show my sadness, it is my smile and my laughter. How they echo the false cries of happiness. The screams of liars.
If you can see the pain in my eyes how can you not distinguish the falseness of my smile. Or the scars on my wrists.
I’ll tell you why, because I’m hiding it. I’m hiding the fact that I would rather die than let air into my lungs again tomorrow. I’m hiding the scars on my wrists that were there when no one else was. I’m hiding my food, because I can’t bring it to myself to help my body survive. I’m hiding the fact that I WANT TO DIE!
And no one has ever found out, so tell me, how can you somehow see someone’s pain through their eyes, and why has no one looked in mine long enough to see it?
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They are rare… but they are there…
some, a few some, even can tell by the tone of your voice, the pitch of your laugh, how distraught you truly are..
then there are the rare good ones, that doesn’t just notice you, but pulls you aside, picks out out of the crowd and leads you away to a secluded place, and demands you pour your heart and soul out, and tries to eat as much of your pain sins as they can hold.
They are rare indeed, and getting fewer each passing day.. picked off by the masses, in a struggle to stay afloat in a sea of indifference.. you cant fault self preservation..
Maybe one day, you get to see such Unicorn right in time..
if not.. may the world be swept by a solar flare to slowly engulf them in hellfire, for indifferently killing all Unicorns..
I guess we can only hope to meet one in our limited time…
I like to think,
that until we’ve truly lost that final shred of hope, the possibility for something so rare, can happen more than once…
And then, despite if all hope is lost, might just even happen again anyway
I will hope it happens for you