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Happy Face

  • Feb 20
  • 2 min read

1.

A guy I knew—

somewhat but not well

he was a familiar face

I’d see from time to time

 

but that’s all he was

I heard he had just

shot himself in the face

three days ago

 

My best friend

was like a brother

is dead too

Fentanyl overdose

 

by accident though

I found out they’re lacing

the shit in cocaine now too

It wasn’t a surprise

 

Last I spoke to him was

a year prior he confided

in me he was smoking meth

because he drove a truck

 

In fact

a lot of truck drivers do that

That is not something

I wanted to know

 

 

2.

This afternoon I stood

in the bathroom stark naked

pale like a horse

staring at myself

 

in the mirror

I was wet from my shower

Tired from lack of sleep

Crazed and hungry

 

Thinking of a song lyric

“All the world cannot be wrong

It must be me I don’t belong”

“Did he jump?

 

Or was he pushed?”

I stood there thinking

about another guy, who said

this guy who had shot himself

 

in the face wouldn’t want

us to be sad and mope about it

No one wants that

after they die

 

Later I yelled to the guy

“Speak for yourself

I do want people to be sad

after I die”

 

 

3.

I looked around the room

saw the tears in people eyes

realizing I spoke too loudly

It was only a joke

 

I once wrote:

SUICIDE IS NEVER

A SOLUTION

UNLESS OF COURSE

 

YOU’RE REALLY

REALLY DEPRESSED

I lost an interesting friend

for saying this

 

He kept attacking me via Facebook

Had to block him

A year later someone contacted me

said it was him

 

This was important he said

“Unblock me”

I did     he tore into me again

I asked what his problem was

 

He told me you don’t joke

about suicide

I told him I wasn’t joking

I believe that to be true

 

Sometimes the end

feels like the only relief

This didn’t go over

so well

 

 

4.

It’s nighttime

I’m lying in bed

This morning I woke up

feeling very depressed

 

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day

So as not to wait till

the flowers are sold out

I bought Michelle three bouquets

 

and a card too

Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day

Do you know what that means?

Gotta put on my happy face

 
 
 

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