Losing a brother
can feel like losing
your own life.
I miss my brother.
Not having him
there, is like not
having friends;
I feel lonely.
Dieing can be
hard, but he's gone.
He left me
all of a sudden.
My world turned
grey, my life
turned away.
I lost everything
when he died.
He made some
mistakes sure,
but he didnt
deserve to lose
his life.
My brother was an
addict, sure,
he did bad things.
We got into fights,
but at the end
we'd always makeup.
Living in wonder,
wondering what life
would be like.
Living is different
now, walking out
of school,
hoping to see
his new shiny car
like everyother
normal day.
Gone now, Lost forever.