You can tell by their eyes they are haunted,
Home to a presence severely unwanted,
Lips stretched wide, cheeks tense and plump,
Planning that night to take the jump.
Feel the wind crash against their face
In the hope of arriving at a more peaceful place.
They are funny – they always were,
Using playfulness as their protective armour,
Building it and building it until they crack inside.
It’s never a long-lasting place to hide.
How can they look so happy? I can’t understand why?
The ones with the loudest laugh can be the quietest to cry.
Watch out for those ones – they whisper silently,
Often suffering in this bitter irony.
Check up on that friend you haven’t seen in a while,
The one who always wears a magnificent smile –
They may have needed you in that very moment
To save them from their soul they would have otherwise broken.