Last Questions of Life

Who’d have thought it was so easy to hide,

So easy to pretend?

So simple to slap on a smile

And laugh with your so called friends?


And who’d have thought it was so hard

To be happy all the time?

So difficult to wear that smile

And actually be fine?


And who’d have thought that it would come so quickly?

That one thought that brought your death?

To pull the trigger, jump, let go?

To not really care when you take your final breath?

The End

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