What was left to me was laughter.
I was desperate, I was confused;
All I wanted to do was cry.
But I couldn't.
There were too many people about
And no quiet place to turn to.
Therefore, I couldn't cry.
And so I laughed.
This emptiness inside of me
Had to be filled,
Even though it seemed an endless hole.
If I could not fill it with tears of sorrow,
Then perhaps smiles and laughter
Would make my heart less hollow.
And so I laughed;
I think I sounded hysterical.
My friends knew that laughter was sadness,
And fear of becoming too numb
To feel any of it ever again.
Everything was so funny
When all I wished to do was hide away,
Sobbing, never to see anyone again.
The laughter became uncontrollable.
Tears of mirth ran from my eyes.
All my friends laughed as well.
I guess that's why you can't expect to see
Sorrow etched in someone's face
As though engraved into stone.
My sorrow became laughter,
But I didn't feel it any less.
What has your sorrow become?
Does anyone know if it's even there?
Maybe now it will become laughter.
And I found, in the end,
If you laugh and smile for long enough
The numbness will slowly wane
And you can be happy again
And show the world your light,
A light to be extinguished no more.