My brothers suicide

by Tracy   Oct 28, 2011


When his heart broke it grew back twisted and gnarled
imperfections formed, flawed and weakened.
it no longer longed for love it cried in fury
When i answered the call It was only then I knew true pain.
You don't know emptiness until you look into his shallow eyes
You don't know sorrow until you feel his lifeless body
you don't know death until you hear his lips whisper for it.
He was trapped in a world full of fear and longing, even if no one could tell.
his biggest fear was no longer death it was now the fear of life.
he became my hollow heart
and my empty tears.

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