Hey,

let's go play!

He invited me,

grabbing my hand,

while grinning from cheek to cheek,

just like me back then.

He's the only one

whose empathy for me

is genuine and truthful.

He always patted my back,

and tried to relieve me down

by doing such things

like this.

There by the swing,

Up,

down,

up he went.

I sat there,

on the grasses,

and closely watched him

swinging through the skies

as he laughed with joy...

That joy.

Why can't I

have it anymore...?

Even though

he was the one

who stood up for me

who coped with me

who supported me

who made me go through

this world,

that my mind perceived as a hellhole,

he, himself, didn't

managed to

get through me...