Alone

He wakes with a smile

and sleeps with a frown.

He dances in the rain

and soaks his pillow at night.

His laughter chimes in the open wind,

but is ruined by sobs.

His beauty shines brighter than the sun,

but is darkened by clouds.

Every day he fights a war. 

An internal one.

But he wakes in the morning 

with a smile on his face,

like yesterday never happened.

He is a true soldier.

Fighting for happiness

that may never come.

And I will fight along with him. 

So he will not be alone.

And when we die,

we may not be happy. 

But we will not die alone.