Dearest Isaac,

How are you?
It's been seven years since I last saw you.
Even now I still feel blue,
Thinking 'bout all that you've been through.

I wonder if
You are now an angel,
An eternal break
From the world that is cruel.

I wonder if
I'm hallucinating,
'Cause I sometimes see
Your face in the stars.

Oh, they don't know
The reason I cry,
I still can't forget,
No matter how hard I try.

Oh, they won't know
The pain I feel,
From losing a brother,
It's way too real.

The moment you left us,
My world started spinning.
It was the very first time
I saw everyone crying.

Throwback to the day when you first fell silent
And couldn't walk a step anymore.
Your face turned so unusually pale,
Though your body was burning,
You could no longer wail.

Replaced with all those days in bed,
Your school days came to an abrupt end,
I could only tell from your empty eyes,
You wished to return and be with your friends.

From the innocent little child I was,
Till now I still don't know the reason,
Why you could no longer
Move or speak
Or play our favorite games together.

I don't ask why,
I know the answers:
Buckets of tears
And sad-looking faces.

Maybe a war had broken out in your body,
Making you all weak and bony.
Oh, the pain that gave you torture,
It turned your world dark,
It's such a terror.

Since the year that you were gone,
My first birthday wish is to see you again.
I know that ashes can't come to life,
But I really want you back.

I struggle so hard to keep our family lively,
For I don't wish to repeat of our grief.
Nobody knows at all,
How hard it is to stay strong.
I sometimes break down,
My tears buried in my pillow.

People wonder why I'm too obsessed with perfection.
But how can I not be,
When this is my duty?

I cannot let them lose another hope,
Though my spark is dimmer than yours.
I cannot let them go through the same pain,
I cannot bear to see it happen.

Here I finally reveal,
The reason why I have to live on,
No matter how dark things might seem.

What word is there,
For a parent who lost their child,
Or a sister who lost her brother?
I really can't find any grief worse than this.

Whenever I feel like giving up,
On things that make life so knotty,
I am reminded of my brother
Who wanted to live so badly,
To live another day.
But then at age nine,
The Lord took him home.

Now that I can live,
Why should I not?
I should treasure each day,
Till the moment I get taken away.

Up there in heaven,
I'm sure you are happy,
Wearing the robe of true purity.

Rest assured,
We're doing fine.
Though you're not here with us,
You live within our hearts.

You've fought a good fight,
You've finished the race.
I look forward to the day
I can meet you again.

With lots of love,
Your sister

There's the eight of us,
So very different
But yet so much the same.

Each of us holds our special traits.
Our special talents
Converged as an octet.

Some artistic
Some scientific
Some linguistic and
All fantastic.

We love to laugh,
We love to tease,
We love to make a fool of ourselves.

We know there's one who's always there,
Spraying water everywhere,
But never lets people touch her hair.

And then there's one,
Who's buff and tough,
Her voice can change like a chameleon's skin.

Next we have this pretty babe,
Her furry stuff are fun to touch,
She's the gentlest, loveliest llama I know.

Not to forget,
The one's that's brainy,
Such a smarty that she can't type properly.

There's also one that I believe
She's really a mermaid in disguise,
Her actions way too ridiculous.

Of course we have this crazy kid,
Too many fandoms and too little sleep.
I still wonder why she needs her hood all the time.

And here there's another girl,
With real beautiful eyes,
A perfect actress for sketch comedies.

Last but not least,
There's just me,
I can't find a word for my personality.

I don't know how far we'll go,
If we'll still stay as close as we are right now.
As time cruelly marches on,
The day we'll part ways draws so near.

This part of me knows
That this magical bond
That we call friendship,
Will live on forever and ever.

Never did I feel so sure,
So confident about friendship.
But you guys are so special,
I really hope you know.

No matter what happens,
I see myself with you all forever,
And you all with me.

I believe in this friendship.
This magical bond,
That holds the eight of us,
Closely together,
Forever.

It's finally over,
But why am I not rejoicing?
My heart feels like there's
Ketchup and cheese and everything
Messed up in one.

Because no matter how much I study,
My mind will be in a flurry
My vision too blurry
And then my brain just
Stops working.

I don't know why
That this year has been pretty much a struggle.
While many others just sail pass it,
Acing
Every
Single
Test.

Oh, I remembered I was once like them.
But that was the past.
And the gap between then and now,
Grows like a hungry little caterpillar,
Further          and            further            a­part.

Their high hopes had been doubled,
They pile high on my shoulders,
Weighing down on me.
But I don't blame them.
I would do the same if I were in their shoes,
After the ordeal that they've been through.

But time after time,
I've let them down.
But I really did study.
I really really did.

Now my hand itches
To touch my textbook,
I'm feeling so empty from within.
I guess I forgot to read a chapter.

But what's the use of studying now?
When it's all over,
And I can't change
A thing.

Huge questions cloud my mind,
They're all about this thing called "life".
When I'm all alone,
I sit and think,
And think and think.
What does it mean?

People say there are second chances,
But how come I just don't seem to see them myself?
It seems like I'm the one who gives
You chances and chances
And chances again.

But how come when I take a wrong turn,
I can never go back the right way again?
I steer so hard with all my might,
But I can never see the light.

All I know is that I am
Approaching the edge of a dangerous cliff.
I know I am about to
Fall.

I still believe in miracles,
I put in all my efforts,
I do all I can,
I visualise,
I actualise,
And then I pray.
But I never get what I want to get.

Maybe I just need to be patient,
With myself and with the rest of the world.
Maybe I need to triple my efforts.
So when I fall again,
I'll still be quite safe.

Oh why, oh why, oh why?
I'm working so hard to rise again.
But maybe one day,
I would.

Now this question comes back to my head,
Is it too late to start again?
If it really isn't,
Then I will fight on.
To rise again from my serious fall.

I'll start from zero,
All again.

I'm slipping out of people's minds,
I'm just a girl that's left behind.

Right now I'm just a wasted space,
I guess I should have been replaced.

Am I a fool?
To actually think
Of promise as a powerful tool?

My best friend
From my previous school
Has long forgotten
The promises we made,
My birthday, my existence,
And our memories that start to fade.

Is it worse,
To see her wish
Someone else instead of me?
A "Happy Birthday!" on others' walls,
Mock at me and how I fall.

My mind is still stuck in the past,
One thing that will never last.

Awakened by a rooster at morn,
I realize that people just
Move on.

If you're late,
No one will wait.
At this rate,
It depends on fate.

People come,
And people go,
When they're done,
They'll just be gone.

The cycle repeats,
And one fine day,
I guess I'll just be
Simply
Forgotten.