A few people have asked me to write my thoughts on Robin Williams passing, so I did.
NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT’S COVER.
Some see the beauty, some feel the pain. Buried emotions, red shaded rain.
Suppression of feeling, feeling of alone.
Is the struggle worth it, turned to stone.
Water in it’s fall, another’s reason to cry.
Addiction doesn’t discriminate, I question why.
Not selfish or greedy, it’s lost and confused.
The untold stories, the days abused.
Mentally or physical, other’s rarely ever know.
If you know a friend with depression, reach out and show.
A little sign of love, a little sign of hope.
Stuck at the water falls bottom, some can’t cope.
Chemical imbalance, isolated in a crowd.
Never judge a book by its cover, sometimes silence is loud.