Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

The devil’s in my midst.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.