He doesn’t feel close to anything Friends are placeholders for emptiness He sings to himself while watering plants or he wants to. He doesn’t even grow plants Does thing he regrets, does things he doesn’t Regrets them both. Regret that he’s done it or did it, or was, or wasn’t. Heartbroken. For what? How does a heart go from golden to rot I look at pretty faces, just hoping for something Laugh at the way people conduct themselves Conducting in stealth. Ask for help by pretending I don’t need it I don’t. Just need me some hope. Establish a ground rule, establishing sound. Down on his self. Doesn’t brush his teeth today Memorizes the Braille his plaque forms Doesn’t care, kills themselves in the…