His Final Goodbye

You think He's happy?

He's just a shell
Inside, He's empty
His eyes always teary
His life's a hell

Your highs are His lows
For every high, He always knows
What comes up must always come down
Behind every smile, there's always a frown.

Your lows are His highs
Because what you don't realize
He thrives off this
The feeling of worthlessness.

So when you see Him walk by
Still masking His pain
And a dried tear in His eye
Know that He feels insane
Wishing for His final goodbye.