So I've discovered in order for me to actually want to write, I need to be overexhausted, overcaffienated, and overanxious. You can thank the MMCAs, Starbucks and my exbff for these stories. Which I wrote on a reciept at work. Meaning that they're not spell-checked. Apologies in advance. And this one is for Ada. In her profile she made a very nice comment about my sn, and that's where this came from. :D.

You're drowning in your sequins

Choking on your smiles

Stumbling on your dreams

Rotting from the inside

Your flesh sparkles but your soul is covered in scars

You're purging maggots

You're crying blood

But crying does you no good

Everything that makes you, you

Just so happens to be

What's killing you

Your eyes are the ones of a murderer

Your soul tears into infested bits of broken promises and shattered dreams

What you want destroys you

What you need betrays you

Your smiles stretch tight enough to tear the skin

And the blood is salty on your cracking lips

But the pain lets you know

That every painful breath you take

Is real

Your lies are the only way to survive

So pose so pretty

Wink for the cameras

Blow kisses for the fans

Dance for them all

And hold your breath

Till this over

( You don't think you'll make it till the end )