In Saddness

Waiting on a clown to cry is like waiting forever to die like a man trying to gain a name only when looking into a mirror all he sees is shame Trying to be strong but the only thing present is pain seen by the world only to be overlooked Taken for a ride that seems to never end this ache is so great it's like losing your only friend Feeling immortal only the truth stares you in your face having loved just to watch it fade away watching a rose wither Memories they torture recalling each experience bringing them to life only to watch them die