This fake smile is bone structure
Painted on to mask my frown
You don't see fear nor pain or sin,
I'm a suicidal clown.
Blood seeped through my long sleeve as I prepared my noose of
belts and sheets. I'm
worn away from the defeat of wars that waged inside my head.
Emotions different shades of red,
parasites in my soul
eating away at my dreams and goals. The
sands of my times slipping through my fingers, but
among that darkness seemed to linger hope;
Giving me the strength to fight
these demons that haunt me day after day and night.
To those whose pain is same:
You aren't insane nor alone
30,000 souls are lost to this game a year
for fear of being on their own.
We are not weak because we refuse to speak of
reasons why our arms are carved,
the secrets of our scars.
Most of us are victims of disease
causing us to lost the keys to our
reasons to be.
My message to the rest of folks is
share your jokes and joy with those smile upside down,
those who just can't carry on
these suicidal clowns.
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