Another Joke

Writing for me,
Is a way to escape.
To express my pain,
And erase my mistakes.

I pull the words from my heart,
And make it all real.
I use my writing as a way,
To explain how I feel.

I don't like to show them,
Because it's like exposing my heart.
I'm afraid people will laugh,
And rip it all apart.

But you said you're my friend,
So I opened up and let you read.
You laughed and made jokes,
Cut me deep and let me bleed.

Writing is the only thing I like,
Because it's a place where I'm free.
But you laughed in my face,
And basically took it from me.

I'm not going to tell you it hurts,
Because you'll only laugh at me more.
Instead I'll suck it up until later,
And use your words to make me bleed on the floor.

My writing is important to me,
And it really hurts when you make jokes.
I'll remember that when I'm bleeding,
With a rope waiting to choke.

I hope when you don't see me tomorrow,
You'll realize just what you've done.
Because even though I'll be dead,
Remember, "I only did it for some fun."