The Girl with The Red Umbrella

As The Girl with the Red Umbrella strips by,
I remember she used to be the girl who wanted to fly.
So she jumped off a bridge, and when that didn't work,
She taped a rope to the ceiling and kicked the chair away.

No one noticed the tears that fell freely when she spoke,
or the forced laughter and smiles that fooled more than simple folk.
So when they found her in her room,
they realized the truth that went over their heads.

They saw the spray-paint that showed a beautiful sky,
with beautiful wings that illuminated her face, showing what she always did. TRY.
In her hand she held the red umbrella that matched her wings.
On top of the picture were the words, with one extra sliced in.

"I'm not okay.

So as I stand in front of her grave,
holding a flower and a picture with a water wave,
her hand grabs my arm and we play again.

So they find me lying with her gifts,
the wrist almost in fifths,
they put me to sleep next to her,
and she smiles.

She hands me a blue one to match my eyes,
with a black handle to match my only tie.
We walk around the deserted street,
talking and laughing like we always did.

We see the couple clicking glasses,
and the college student studying for her classes,
and we decide to mock them,
too full of happiness to notice the tears.

And days, then weeks, pass by.
And I realize her beckoning was all a lie.
I couldn't touch my mother,
or reassure my father,

Who believed it was all their fault.
Which brought happiness to a halt.
I missed my life, the laughter and the tears,
And I ran away from my life once again.

I couldn't drop the blue umbrella,
or throw the white handle that smelled like vanilla.
So I went to the place where my body used to rest,
and pleaded and pleaded for some help.

The thing I needed while I was alive,
the one I cried for when I wished to thrive.
I cried and sobbed, but nothing came,
and I realized I was too late.

The Girl with The Red Umbrella wanted to dance again,
to climb up the clock that they called 'Big Ben'.
But I just wanted to lay in bed,
tossing and turned, never being able to rest.

And in that moment, everything clicked,
And I knew she didn't dare to resist.
I dropped my hands, and turned my head,
held my bear, squeezed it one last time,

Then closed my eyes and started to dream of better things.