Drifting

Drifting. Puting my smile into the closest wiping my makup onto the mirror stooping down into depression maybe my actions will make an impression on thosepeoplewho pretend to care the people who say they'll be there only to smirk when I do fall only to laugh laugh and move on. Under my eyes bags do appear not that i care more space for tears but I can't cry because I can't feel and when you can't feel nothing is real. the world spins around around and around I want to get off I want to feel the ground the ground I once stood on sturdy and strong holding me upright only now do I fall. laying here broken not really desiring to be fixed but no one really cares much too busy to be bother with such.. problems that are not seen by the eye. numb from the world too far gone to be saved please let me drift somewhere far away.