On the Inside out
Life was so hard for me
My life was tragic
Till one day
I couldn’t take it any longer
I got no weaker, no stronger
I had the gun in my hand
I started to smile
Now I know where I stand
I pulled the trigger
I dropped to my knees
What have I done?
But make life easier for others?
When they found my body
No one cried
But on the inside
Everyone died
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"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow