my writing

The empty shadow that lurks and wanders
Behind the illusion struggling to make everyone laugh;
The unnoticed scream for help suppressed behind the dry eyes;
The seemingly unfathomable cries on the lips that lie;
The lonely soul hanged at the edge waiting to be found, in need of love,
A drop of honesty and kindness, a tad bit of acceptance;
The confession of weakness in between the jokes and the stupid sentences;
The truth behind the last bits of the cigg, the hot showers and the shirts with full sleeves; The love behind the anger, the neediness behind the act of pushing away,
The vulnerability behind the grumpiness, the tears at night, that unleash;

I hope you will puzzle out one day