If laughter could become a mental state

I am sure you would set it as his

Every thing out of his mouth

Each memory and circumstance

They are seen as comedy gold.

He smiles and laughs along with the rest

Even when the real meaning was lost

He may rant and he may rave

And explain the point to no end

But he always loses them at why

If laughter could become a mental state

I know that it could never describe him

Behind each laughs is a strangled cry

A plea for help and for solace

It hides behind a painted smile

He is buried beneath falsifications

Ones he did not create for himself

So many masks were forced upon him

Ones of joy and ones of purity

When his true soul is beaten and alone

If laughter could become a mental state

His would be laughs of pure hysteria

He tries to stand as if nothing hurts

As is everything is fine and perfect

But his lies no longer pass by my eyes

“If you are breaking I can save you,

Just know you have to catch me when we fall”