Not As Sad

Then she saw him
for what he truly was
for what seemed like the first time
depressed and full of animosity

for in his dishonesty
he denied his own emotions
and sought to blame them all
on someone else

and in his depression
he hurt all that he knew and touched
but most of all himself
the child inside
that used to be
so full of love and light

It was sad to see him die
but somehow not as sad
as it had been to see him live . . .


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