I think about it, 
 
      you know,

collapsing....just letting my body show how it truly feels....

like its falling through an anchorless world..

My tears are dried and cannot seep out any more. 

So badly, I said with my eyes....and you stared with your eyebrows..

confused, about why a young..girl like me, would want...

her blood spillled, her breath gone,
her eyes,   staring only at the matter...at the back of her head.

Your ringed hand, showing your love to another, caresses stale,  light brown hair..

"Sweetie, you need to tell yourself "I am ok"

I wonder when she will notice....I think, 

as the blood from my arteries, veins drips down my legs...

to the floor...

and pools at your feet..

Thing is, my daily death is invisible, behind these young eyes.
Desolate words.

"I'm Okay"