Everybody Hurts Poem by Dan Brown

I can see you’re down, and feeling low.
So come on, tell me. I want to know.
I want to see you happy again,
If your mouth won’t work, then use my pen.

I know you’re hear, and want to listen,
But you see my tears, how they glisten?
For every eye has a shimmery shining,
Just like each cloud has a silver lining.

My hurt and fear they’re buried away,
They’re secrets I’ll keep till my dying day.
Tied up, gagged and bound,
Locked away, not to be found.

They’re hidden in darkness, from eyes that pry,
Buried deep and there they’ll lie.
I don’t need it all bringing back,
For if I do I know I’ll crack.

I’ll dive straight back into depression,
There’ll be that familiar old repression
Of confidence, warmth and self-reliance
And the strength I’m based on; this defiance.

All memory of pain has been blocked
Behind several doors and all are locked.
My eyes do cry their clear blood,
But emotion lurks in the Reaper’s Hood.

So I’ll carry on, put on a brave face,
Continue to carry myself with grace.
No one needs see my eyes to the brim
With lonely tears; tears Grim.

Ok then dear, I’ll trust what you say,
But just remember when skies are grey
And life looks slightly hilly,
Not to go and do anything silly.

No. I won’t.