I am a worried cousin.
I wonder if things are going to get better.
I hear about the violence that's going on out there.
I see how you pretend to be strong even though you need help.
I want to be there for you but I don't know what to do.

I am a young girl.
I pretend things don't hurt me as much as they really do.
I feel emotions I cant explain, wondering if they'll go away.
I touch the cold stone that's in your grave, I sit there as your memories fade away.
I worry when I hear the wind cry seeing your face in the sky.

I am what I am
I understand people change and that they'll eventually go away.
I say I'm okay wondering if they can see through my charade.
I dream your near even though your not here.
I try to block out the memories but I still see your eyes full of fear.
I hope your in a better place, looking after and keeping me safe.