Plz Read And Tell Me What You Think.... Poem by If you look closer you can see that my eyeliner's running XD

Every time I was hurt I fell into this depression and pushing it away was no use. You see it goes like this; words are said or things are done that hurt so badly. Then tears fall down my face, that flow brought nothing that could heal. So I tried my best to say its okay, it doesn’t matter, but the thoughts keep pounding and pounding in my head. They won’t leave me alone. I try to cut down the feelings with my thoughts but then I just see a truthful black helplessness. Then comes the echoes of my mind and the beat of my heart, my head hurts and I can’t even notice the tears. Shocked at mascara and eye-liner running down my face I wipe it away, and when the simplest swipe of my hand doesn’t work the toxic sweetness of smoke does. It fills me up and calms my heart, it holds the broken parts of me together just like glue, and it has always worked for me. So forever I fear that day when the glue comes undone and I just sit and fade away, but I hope I will never have to face up to a day like that, a day that the broken become more than just broken, they become the walking dead.
It seems to me almost sad that who you thought could be your best friend could hear you were in the hospital and just get up and walk away. That’s one question I’ve always had. We had the best times together, no need for tears at all only laughs, and at this time she could walk away from what I wanted most to be my last moment. Not like my best friends who sat beside me and held me tightly, staying strong because that’s what I needed from her, but the Yukon is a funny place like that. The people here can be deceivingly friendly or deceivingly aggressive. True Yukoners see the faults and the best things, just like if you’re from New York you can see what others can’t see. Maybe it’s the true beauty lying in a foggy sky, maybe the cruelty of social status, or something that runs even deeper than that.