Silent breakdowns

So unexpected by all.

The clown is always picking up,

And never allowed to fall.

No one listens

When tears roll by

Smiling on the outside

Inside wanting to die.

Laughs and jokes

To hide the pain felt each day.

Always putting on faces

Knowing exactly what to say.

When someone depends on you,

Weaknesses are forgotten.

Pretending to be fun,

When really you feel rotten.

The tears of a clown

Fall hard against the pillow sheet.

Center of attention

Yet when alone gloom you meet.

But to the clown that cries

Just remember

Your tears are heard

By another circus member.

Nichole was so good at keeping these feelings in. It breaks my heart to know she felt like this and never talked about it. Of course she had some teenage drama but nothing reflected the words she would write. She considered me her best friend and I am ashamed to say I had no idea.

I hope her words help even one person who reads this to open up to someone, anyone, just reach out and you may be surprised to see who is there to help you through whatever is going on in your life. Thank you for your continued support and if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Oh and please don't forget to vote. I will be posting a story about her on Tuesdays and more poetry on Fridays.