Sad Is The Laughter

Sad is the laughter, Heard from a broken heart. An outburst disconnected... From what is shown, Attempting to conceal... A pain so deep, But that feeling felt... Can't be ignored to be known. Sad is the laughter, Forced! And yet... A pretentiousness that is expressed, Everyone that witnesses this... Can observe the heartache, But resist to assist. How can anyone approach a pain that shows, By someone that is hurting below the surface. Below the surface so many keep, Their anguish intact. An implosion is occurring, And the affect is not an act. Below the surface so many weep. But deceits to do to betrayed today, Has left dishonesty displayed in several ways. To leave an empathy wished to give dismissed, Since kindness shown to another suffering... Has lost its meaning by those now so suspicious. Sad is the laughter, Heard from a broken heart. An outburst disconnected... From what is shown, Attempting to conceal... A pain so deep, But that feeling felt... Can't be ignored to be known. Below the surface so many weep. Believing it private the pain they keep. But deceits to do to betrayed today, Has left dishonesty displayed in several ways. To leave those in sorrow... Attempting to laugh away their grief! Those on the edge... And prepared to leap! 'None of us can comprehend, How this tragic 'accident' could happen. No one thought it seriously, When they stated... 'I think it is time for me to fly.' Well... Who knew they meant from the ledge? ' ~Okay. But who saw this and assisted? ~