Tears

Tears are shed every day

But no one seems to care

Smilies are on everyone faces

Some fake and others real

But the tears that the hooded shed are real

The tears that are shed behind backs

In the dark shadows where no one can see

Or hear the cries of the hooded

No one stops to hear the hooded

They just keep walking when they see them

Thinking that not a soul cares for them

The pain eats at them and they begin

To shed more tears and more tears

Until they get sick of shedding tears

Tears are forgotten about

As the hooded searches for a release

From all the pain and suffering

Leading to cutting and watching

Crimson red drip to the floor

Sniffing cocaine to get away

To fly high and never get come down

The addiction gets worse

Popping pills that belong to family

Drinking alcohol to get away

Becoming drunk doesn’t hold

Still looking for someone to talk too

But nowhere’s there in their eyes

After everything that they have done

Tears still make it to their eyes

Running from the tears

Made it worse and because of that

We see the wonderful hooded

Broken and torn to pieces

But if the hooded reaches for help

The pieces floating in the air without a care

Can be put back together slowly

Help is waiting the hooded

The tears run down their faces

As some hooded continue in misery

We find down the wrong road

But help is waiting for them

They just need to come

And that one soul can be save

One less troubled hooded and

One more safe hooded