tears of a clown

Chapter 1.

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… its a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5.

I walk down another street.

my thoughts and prayers are with you...i can very much relate to the horror of those times when getting high hurts so bad...and not getting high seems too painful to bear, or i convince myself that it will be different this time.


my experience tells em that the hard laughter and huge smiles that are emitted by the funny and entertaining ones in our lives are oftentimes there to cover up something much sadder that goes much deeper. i can verify this from my own experience, because many times i have tried to make people laugh when i am really only clear that i don't want them to know how i really feel inside.