weekly stuff.

so i used to keep a whole journal full of lyrics and poems and stuff until i lost it this year. big loss but then i stopped writing because i lost it. i started it up again and i missed it so i thought every week i would post something new... an original.

 here i go, first one.

Their shitty lives concealed in the day's bright lie

She looked happy and smiled too

i only learned that she slit

never cut all of her shit

loose.

She laughs around them

they never know

she goes home to be all alone

pushing on the bathroom door.

lock the door. hit the floor.

why do they let no one see

the pain really goes on behind the curtains of that smile or laugh.

rough show.

j.rose