the 2/25

February 25, 2022

I felt so happy, that I laughed through the pain.

But as i did i realized something, that it'll never go away

I realized it was here to stay, no joy could numb it.

I cried in pain, and in grief.

For even if I laughed, it would never go away.

It would only grow, never to disappear.

Until I screamed, in pain.

So I try to keep it, hidden from friends.

For they would not understand, why I'm crying.

And if I told them, they would call me weak.

For if I cannot deal with this, then who am i.

To be called happy? When times are tough.

I have to stand, and pass them.

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