tea hot down my throat
tears are words i never said
they tumble madly and are silent
forever.
everyone's mom is dying of a cancer
and my mom is my only friend.
i think i am lucky
i think they are too,
they just don't know it y et.
tally marking lonely nights
only makes them more
lonely,
it is better to have foresight
and think, ''someday,
someone will love me every night
and we will get dressed up and always
have somewhere to go''