Here I am
Taking pixie sticks like shots
Staring at the screen
Lives spread out before me
My friends
Their Tragedies.

Life stories,
With more than just rainy days
Having perfection
And watching it slip away.
Crying themselves to sleep
Because a part of them died that day.
Their Tragedies.

How do they live
With so many life-threatening connections?
Why can't I see
How they live the lives they do.
Their Tragedies.

Artificial tears.
I can't believe it, I just don't understand.
Just standing aside
While they live like they mean it.
Their Tragedies.