F you blickity Blick, kiss my *** you  make me sick!
Thought you were my friend, but you really truly ****,
took a minute to find out, you don't EVEN give a PLUCK.
Now that I know, we can never go back,
silly *** me, I thought we were a pack.

Introduced you to my family, that was one big Calamity!
Looked that up for the rhyme, you dumb *** *****,
life without you is fine, you make me wanna sn!tch.
All that ****t you use to do, I hid it from the crew,
cause at the end of the day, I thought it wasn't True!

You question who am I, I question out loud why.
- why did I let you in, you can't even spell "Friend".
- why I ever called you brother, F you and your mother.
- why it took so long to find out, what you really all about.

But now that I know, you was all for show,
like garbage to the can, you gots to GO!
You aint ****T, you make me S!CK,
Silly Rabbit Tricks are for Kids!

There is still time
To have breakfast in bed
after we woke up
There is time to talk
Slowly
Carefully
Picking words which don’t hurt
We can still hold hands
Gaze into each other’s eyes
Be kind
Be nice
We still have time to laugh
Watch each other smiles
And be amazed
Everyday

It is not too late

it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
my sister lies in a hospital bed after a suicide attempt.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
yesterday i was at the mall while my sister was rushed to the er.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she swallowed a bottle of pills yesterday to try to make the hurt go away.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
her heart rate went down too low.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she needed me when i wasn't there.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
my nightmares have become a reality.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she's not dead, but she isn't alive.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
the demons lurk in her eyes and i want them gone as much as she does.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
she looked so pale with the charcoal staining her tongue black.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i sit here with a blade and consider breaking my promise.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i continue to repeat these lines.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
maybe it's a mantra, but it feels like my last words.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
i want her back home.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
the desperation in my soul begins to surface.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
come home soon squish.
it's january twenty-second, two-thousand eighteen.
otherwise i might join you in that hospital bed.