Cracking jokes to hide your pain,

smiling and laughing, it's all in vain.

You lie awake at night thinking;

The darkness surrounds you and you start sinking;

You think, maybe the world would be better if I were gone?

You think back on those times you were called an evil spawn.

Hands of inky blackness begin to pull you under;

You have no second thoughts, much to my wonder;

You let them pull you away, covering your mouth, eyes, and nose;

Your limbs start to shake and your thoughts fade; repose.

Smothering you into a midnight abyss,

one might think that you're in pain, but your eyes are pure bliss.