how can I
thank him this June
when all he had is nothing
he laughs by himself
in the forest of dreams
he sips a lot of coffee
and spits it out from
his bulging naked eyes
how can I
tell him I love him
when he is a phony of resemblance
a great friend who locks
himself at his own room
blankly staring at the roof of no hopes
how can I
tell him he's important
when he pees at his pants
and notices nothing
I know inside he's happy
but why don't I see it in me
I should be happy
because he doesn't bear problems
he is so crude
such as mental breakdown