Sometimes I wish that I could stand here and fade away...

I stood in the mirror and beat my face to perfection with the war paint. A battle ensuing within me from the night before. The war paint would keep the tears away. No waterproof eyeliner, no waterproof mascara, no touch-ups necessary. But, on the walk to the bus stop, I found myself waving my white flag, surrendering to my emotions, my tears, my depression, my anxiety. Life was suddenly harder to live. Just kill me now, don't keep letting the war drag out. End it already!

I stood in the mirror and watched the tears pour from my gold dusted cat eyes, chocolate creeks flowing down my cheeks, sparkling lips trembling. My God, you are beautiful. The mascara may not be waterproof, but powder erases all traces of a battle lost.