Cry if you need to
Tear your clothes apart if need be
Scream, shout, belt it all out
Frustration is bad for your soul
I remember the warm sun in your smile once before
You had a kind word for everybody
Your company was sought by every joy loving person
And you were never too busy for anybody
You lived to bring joy
But now you wear sadness for a mask
Your cloak is burning sulfur
The smoke coming off you in spades
Can be smelt miles away
Your fury has bitten your most cherished friends
And like a volcano on the verge of eruption
You are smoking hot
Now your heart is breaking
Because every heart you break, breaks yours twice more
Cry if you need to
But discard that cloak of sadness
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