Depressing Poem I

My dearest friend has become Death,
My sister’s name is Pain,
Though while we’re not on speaking terms,
I feel we’ll be again.
Torture and Masochism are my cousins,
Never seen without the other,
Happiness has drifted out of view,
While Life has found another.
But I keep all these things to myself
Though dead and hurt inside,
I’ll plaster a smile on my face,
And continue to safely hide.

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