His Veil
Dear Ignorance,
He's really such a sight
Nobody can tell by his appearance
he's really not alright
He's laughing
He's smiling
He really does seem happy
but in his room all alone
he feels nothing but sappy
He's quiet
He's smart
He's a perfect little mural
but nobody seems to notice
he's in a downward swirl
He's alone
He's scared
He really longs to do it
He closed the door
He's on the floor
He'll be gone in just a minute
Soak up the sadness
Drown in the pain
Swallow your fears
Dance in the rain
Reveal your pain
all through the day
Cry if you must
just don't fade away
He's gone
He's dead
He really took his life
but what stings the most
is that they took the thing
I called my guidance light
From, Eva Melnik
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