Spike

Here is a sad story,
I am about to tell,
When I found out,
It was like a living h e l l.

My one and only brother,
I loved him dearly,
I looked up to him,
And I thought of him sincerely.

I know it was wrong,
But i snooped around,
I wanted to know him better,
But I hate what I found.

I thought my brother was cool,
That the right thing is what he'd do,
I don't mind him doing bad things,
But this, I wish I never knew.

My brother's been drunk,
Maybe even smoked,
Now I have no idea how,
I am going to cope.

I really loved him,
And I had much hope,
I don't know how to love,
I don't know how to cope.

His nickname is Spike,
And his weakness is love,
And the fear of losing the girl,
He's always been thinking of.

When it comes to girls,
He's really sweet,
Wen it comes to our parents,
He's a real creep.

I don't mind him,
Being mean to them,
It's not like it's a sin,
Cuz they always bother him.

I know he has some problems,
And that he's trying to cope,
But i never thought,
He'd refer to alcohol and smoke.

**This is obviously dedicated to my brother,
I really really do love him, but this, i can't handle. And i don't know what to do.**