Book of Suicide
2003-08-26 02:38:59 (UTC)

doll of crying laughter

i am laughed at and taken lightly as comedy as i put forth
my deepest feelings and thoughts. not taken seriously by
those who i look to for support. i'm just the punch line
of a malicious joke, though i can't find the underlying
humor of it all, but that hardly seems to matter. i learn
to be still and silent within the caverns of my soul. put
on the shelf, only to be retrieved when things become
dull. why -- how can my pain be manipulated into
amusement? i wish for but a moment to be released from my
doomed role as the doll of crying laughter.