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"He can no longer make a fist"
May 28, 2018
My brother was not insane
My brother was not okay
Begging for help
Dreaming of real love
Like the first time a mother and father lay there eyes in there baby
But he could never have one
His nephews were his life
But he still left them
But he still left them
Mental illness
trapped at the bottom of Everest’s and the cure might be on the Top
His only friend in his head
Doesn’t even want him alive
Showing him love got him down from that building
We are all at war
He just didn’t win
© Anonymous
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This piece is about my brother who all his life struggled with depression. He inspired me to write poetry and the first poem i ever wrote was about him. This piece means a lot to me and I hope to bring more awarness to mental illness and suicide.