There once was a person who died one day...

There once was a person who died one day

But not in the body or lungs

It was mental decay

Bore a frown and head a hung

Once was peaceful

Once was happy

Once a bubbling masterpiece

But now feels somewhat trigger-happy

Joyful in the least

Attitude you’d despise

For some reason they aren’t trying

Consider it a surprise

That they aren’t jovial and smiling

Arms a bloody massacre

Eyes expressionless holes

So much pain to endure

Dropped all of their goals

Gave up on all things

Gave up all their hope

No longer does sing

Barely able to cope

Afraid to go out and show their face

Causing onlooker concern

Sadness and scorn their safety base

Happiness they started to yearn

Attention now they started to plea

Needed to heavily medicate

Wanted nothing more than to be free

No life for them to dedicate

Then they seemed to turn around

A fake smile sprung up

Slowly coming back to ground

Gave life a touch up

They managed to fool everyone

To think their tears have gone and dried

People think their sadness is done

But really they’re still dead inside

Once something’s dead it can’t be revived

Although humanity keeps trying

They definitely aren’t alive

Truly they are still crying

Author's Note

Written circa 2006. I no longer write poetry.

Reviews

[Shelly Araujo]

Hi Amelia, interesting subject for this poem. I have felt at times close to this "death" you describe, but luckily have always found a way back. Your words accurately describe a very bleak and intense state that I think many have found at times in life. Excellent poem.