The Thorn

Being happy just to fit in,
Because being sad is considered a sin.
Feeling miserable, tired, depressed,
Hidden with a happy face, a smile and nothing less.
Each morning finding it hard to get out of bed,
Followed by nights where it’s hard for tears not to shed.
Scared, worried, full of fear and lack of hope,
Wanting to wash it all away like to dirt does soap.
Curious of what it feels like to die,
Do we still have feelings and can we still cry?
Body in agony, mind screaming with pain,
The sun hides behind the clouds and along comes the rain.
The rain washes off the painted on smile,
The sun won’t be coming back for a long while.
Wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her and for him,
The lights of my life but now my light is dim.
Tried to say goodbye but I was already gone,
I hear her and him screaming their hearts torn.
Forever I will love you but forever I will hate,
The way I ended my life because it was not my fate.
It was never right being happy just to fit in,
So now my life has ended my worries in the bin.
Never scared to die but afraid to live,
Would refuse to receive but would always give.
Hearts were broken,
As the last words were spoken.
‘Forever I’m alive in you so please don’t mourn,
I was always different you were the rose, I was the thorn.’