He was as bright as a summers day
He laughed and smiled brightly
Yet nobody knew he was hurting inside
The darkness inside him was awakening
He fought his inner dangerous demons
Though as hard he tried to calm them
He smiled as though nothing was wrong
He longed for someone
To hold him, to tell him everything was going to be alright
But he tried to get someone to help
They laughed it off as if he were joking
Then as his sunlight was finally blocked by the darkening clouds
With one final push, he spoke voice trembling
But how can this be?
The answer came swiftly but subtle
"Because we're not just a figment of your imagination"