Silent breakdowns
So unexpected by all.
The clown is always picking up,
And never allowed to fall.
No one listens
When tears roll by
Smiling on the outside
Inside wanting to die.
Laughs and jokes
To hide the pain felt each day.
Always putting on faces
Knowing exactly what to say.
When someone depends on you,
Weaknesses are forgotten.
Pretending to be fun,
When really you feel rotten.
The tears of a clown
Fall hard against the pillow sheet.
Center of attention
Yet when alone gloom you meet.
But to the clown that cries
Just remember
Your tears are heard
By another circus member.
Nichole was so good at keeping these feelings in. It breaks my heart to know she felt like this and never talked about it. Of course she had some teenage drama but nothing reflected the words she would write. She considered me her best friend and I am ashamed to say I had no idea.
I hope her words help even one person who reads this to open up to someone, anyone, just reach out and you may be surprised to see who is there to help you through whatever is going on in your life. Thank you for your continued support and if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Oh and please don't forget to vote. I will be posting a story about her on Tuesdays and more poetry on Fridays.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
