when it's time to let go, will you?
cry me a river
curse my name
take back what's yours
fill the blame

when you grow up
five, four years from now
seven, six months older
no need to wonder; never suffer

splitting head; broken bones
one more crush, three more crunch
stolen fingers; freshly sliced flesh
three wounds to bleed, more cuts to heal

and yet even in the
midst of this chaos
there is a flower
blooming beneath you

i want to close my eyes,
pretend everything was fine,
ends up falling asleep and
waking up in another world
where you don't exist