You don't want my carrots? Then you'll go hungry.

24 February 2009.
2236hours.
Night.

so tears fall down,
and the sun sets,
quietly,
but everything makes an impact.

So now that everything is quiet,
will you finally listen to me?
finally,
in the darkest time of night,

will you look me in the face,
and ask me,
i'm sorry,
what were you saying?
not because you weren't listening,
but because you just wanted to understand.

and everything is on pause,
i look at you,
i look at her,
and i have to keep quiet,

i know want to just snatch you away for just half an hour,
just 30 mins,
to tell you
that i've missed you,
all the time we had spent talking,
all the time i would be the only one knowing
what on earth you were talking about,

mama says it's just a phase,
that it would pass,
that she's drifting away
because there's something going on in her life,
and whether or not she will come back,
or if she just drifts away and disappears,
aren't you glad she was once your friend?

mama knew that i was troubled.
but thought that it was just a phase,
and she doesn't want to see me be so sad,
and asked me,
if i wanted to see a psychologist.