The Story Of Pain Poem by Vallon Daniels

He is laying down
The night is young
He is praying hard
For the day to be done
He's faked all day
Now shedding tears
He's been doing this
For many years
No one's seen him
Or heard him cry
But they all know
He used to be alive
He used to be happy
Never sad
Until the day
When things got bad
He took to smoking
And started to drink
Up to the point
Where he couldn't think
He was sick of his life
There was no one he'd miss
So he picked up a knife and held it to his wrist
He slid it across
Slow and deep
Into his skin
The blade will creep
Then He started
Taking pills
To match the way
He really feels
His life was done
Couldn't be worse
Until he was riding
In a hearse
No one laughed
Everyone cried
Because someone they loved
Had finally died
Thirty dozen roses
Placed on his throne
He now has a place
He can call home