The Happy Ones

Their smile, infectious Invades the room

Behind eyes, hooded Gray matter brimming gloom

Sleeves, blood crusted Hide this pain

Scars line crooks, hidden No loss, no gain

One slice, too deep Blood pooling on the floor

Two slices, too deep What's one more?

This best kept secret A secret kept too long

Could have been prevented If someone asked "What's wrong?"

So check on your friends The happy ones too

Do for others What you want done for you