Recently,
I've begun to learn
how easy it is to die.
I can't look at the trains,
when I'm stopped at the tracks,
because I know it's what
took my childhood friend's light.
And the whistle keeps haunting me
and I wonder what his last thoughts were
I can't walk down the hallway on the second floor,
because I know that's where they found
my classmate dead in the morning.
And another classmate's death brings
fears of needles and dark circles
and looking dead while you're still breathing
and why didn't anybody notice?