Poetry

Sad World.

Sad girl in a sad world.
I paint my world pretty colors.
If you stripped all the paint off there would be nothing.
The darkness hides behind painted faces.
The saddest people drunk, singing happy songs at the local bar.
The lonely one sitting next to her lover pretending this is what it means to be happy.
The one making jokes in the daylight and drowning herself in poison by night.
The pretty successful one that everyone wants to be is now overdosing on narcotics.
That happy child you love so very much cries herself to sleep.
So many faces.
So many things left unsaid.