It's funny really

It's funny really,

how when you hear about someone taking their own life. How phony those around become.

It's sad really,

how one screams out for help but yet no one hears until its too late.

It's hard to,

digest the fact that life is shorter than it seem, that it flies by fast.

Faster than one could even think.

It's funny really,

that when I close my eyes I do not see the same person that everyone else sees. That strong, daring person.

It's sad really,

that when I look at all my friends I can see how much I don't fit in.

It's hard to,

not feel excepted, by society, your peers your self.

The thougts that storm my head, rain into reality. They call to me in the darkness.

It's funny really,

that one could even make such a cruel joke. A joke about partying with only death

It's sad really,

that ones name is battered and bruised after

It's hard to,

imagine. Imagine life after leaving this Earth.

"Would their be another?"

"Would their lives be better off?"

"Would the miss me?"

It's funny really,

how many thoughts go through a mind, alomst as if it was trying to convince one out of doing something

It's sad really,

that some look past the thoughts and let their sould venture free

It's hard to,

live with both thoughts, the ones that seep into your dreams. The questions that are asked.

"Do I do it?" Leave the life I once had? When there is so much to live for, so much to discover.

It's funny really how sad it is to loose someone that took their life away as other "confess" over how close they were. It's funny really how hard it is to cope with the feelings one has on the inside when they are crying out for help but no one can seem to hear unti it's too late.