A weeks worth of grinning

gritting teeth feining fine,

and what feels like the end

only just marks beginning.

How hard it must be

to accept reality.

So you burden your mind

with secrets and lies.

Your screams pierce the silence

through anger and violence.

Your fists balled up tight,

prepared for a fight.

But instead you reach out

a weak shaky hand.

your cries once so loud

Fall softly as sand.

When answer never comes

you just tear out your lungs,

your tears fall on sheets,

and your heart lowly beats.

When your will slowly bends

and the well must run dry

the feeling you called friend

might finally die.

But what feels like the end

is just the beginning,

and the whole cycle starts

on the first poem line.