Tripping on the ground-
Meeting the floor.

Gasping sounds of laughter,
Echo through my ears.

Looking up embarrassed,
Ashamed of whom I am.

Glancing around longingly,
Hoping someone would care.

Faces of happy characters,
Unsure of who they are.

Wondering how to get out-
Without leaving this life.

Get out paper, write my story-
Depression, suicide.

Knowing that the red ink won’t last,
I write it as lightly as I can.

Embers smoking in the trash-
Burning the memories of the past.

Never going back,
I’m brand new again.

 
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