truth be told

he’s the reason behind every laughter
and he’s also the dark clouds in every storm
God, everyone adores him
some even love him
but behind every laughter
cost him lonely tears every night
to others, crying eases the soul
to him, teardrops are poisons
his nights will only end
when the darkness swallows and drains
the remnants of life left within
God, truth be told
he hates himself dearly.

a 19 y/o pessimist lost boy, messing up words to express complicated thoughts.
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