On the corner of Lessons and Message (poem)

Too many tears of lateI cannot comprehendI know I'm not aloneLet's begin again If happiness is born from agonyAnd beauty, from the wreckageThen laughter is around the bendOn the corner of Lessons and Message To push away the ones we loveThen weep over the lonelyIs incomparable insanityA type of suicide where we fade slowly Too many tears of lateThe canvas, too dark in hueI cannot possibly be alone with the thoughtOf hoping for a new