*Warning this poem may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is advised*

People lie,

People cry,

People slowly

die inside.

All the while

you think they're

fine,

they're not.

Though this

message may seem

old,

It's one that

still must be told,

Because most people

don't seem to know

 real smile from

a fake one painted

on, hiding one's

loss of hope.

Take this message,

don't forget it,

you never know,

someone might

end it,

and because you

didn't remember this

message,

You thought they

were fine, they

were not.