The Darker Side

I always thought I knew what home truly meant but guess I was wrong, wrong about the smiles, the love they say they have for each other, the pretend look on faces, the writings about mother's love. All I ever imagined was laughter and smiles spreading all around, kisses on foreheads by parents, tears on parents' faces on their child's first day of school, but there was always a darker side, a side of tears, hatred, wishes for death. The darker side that not everyone knew about because they always try their very best to hide it with a curtain, a curtain of fake smiles, fake personalities, fake joyful eyes hiding tears at the back of it. But sometimes people aren't strong enough, aren't brave enough, aren’t willing to have a broken heart syndrome, to have their heart squeezed, to have tear stains at the side of their eyes, so they let their tears flow, they release the anger inside them, they release the voice some people bury down inside them but sometimes it's too much, too much to carry, too much to hide, too much to live with so they give up their life and die. So this message is to everyone that has experienced this darker side, everyone that has cried at night, hidden their tears from others. Let it go, scream when you want to, cry whenever you want because it's ok not to be ok.