It's been 30 days
12 hours, 16 minutes,
7 seconds and counting
12 nights of sleeplessness
10 where sleep required crying
and 8 when you considered you'd be better off no longer trying
But before you know it, day 31’s on the horizon
as you’re shaken from your restless dreamin’
to that 7 o'clock alarm screamin’
Bloodshot eyes stare up at stock white ceiling
dreading the imminent disrobing of true feelings
to dawn the persona not in need of deep healing
Warm waters fail to soothe gut wrenching anxieties
cold stares are the only reflections
portraying true disquiets unseen to society
How nicely you hide the evidence
donning your nicest appeal inspired by Eva Mendes
dark tones on this day, that in actuality project your inner calamity
Basing on your NW45 Studio Fix Fluid
NW40 to conceal the inadequacies that seeped through it
Nocturnelle accented with Black Glitters, brows don Spiked
in hopes of elevating moods to new heights
Black current lined in Nightmoth
dresses the doors to pearly whites
You truly are one beautiful sight
But the last thing you do to keep your façade tight
is remember to smile
as not to draw suspicion to the fact that
you are not alright
Mela` J