(Untiled)

My body has become tired.
Each breath becomes harder
It hurts to breath and smile
My cries have become quiet
My tears leave marks and scars on my cheeks
As my lip become red with my own crimson ink
Everything is becoming faint as I go deeper into the darkness
And no one is here to save me
But do I even want to be saved?
From this hell of mine?
No one would want to save me
So much for the happy ending I'll get.
I can't fake a smile anymore
My mask has been broken for too long
I can hide all the marks, dents, and scratches or these tears.
Just let me close my eyes as my breathing starts to come in a hault,
After all this is my tragic ending.