The Sad Clown

The sad clown
Always hiding his frown.
His mask hides the tears he cries.
On the outside, everything seems alright.
He hid the pain in his voice with a goofy laugh.
He hid his tearstained face behind a mask.
Each night, he went out to do the show,
soaked in pain and sorrow.
Until one day, he had enough.
He had had the thoughts, now he had the guts.
He hated his life.
He wanted to die.
He plucked up the nerve,
and stumbled to the curb
with a bottle in his hand,
he had a plan.
He saw the headlights
and knew it was the right time.
He took a big jump ahead.
He knew this was the end.
As the life started to leave him,
the light started to dim.
As he started to slep away,
so did the pain.
His life flashed before his eyes.
He was relieved for the first time,
yet he left this world with a frown.
He's known as the sad clown.
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I wrote this when I was depressed.
It isn't that good.
I've written better.
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