Title: Brother
by Peter from North Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
We never thought it would happened
I knew that it could
It was just a silly game
Made out of fear
We hoped it would never happen
I thought it would go away
A child we all thought
We looked through a child's eyes
And thought people would protect me
But who was there to protect him?
A box of pills
Condensed by four walls
My mind felt it was the same
Why could I not do more?
Trouble at school
Thought I was different, not the same
I condensed my self
Just as he was
I was being selfish
Not knowing what was wrong
But I had the power
To better my self
Why did he not have same?
Why could he not be free?
Why was he trapped by walls?
I cannot think of him
Where is he now?
Does he still feel love and pain?
What if he cannot?
How can I help him?
After a while of writing various short stories and music lyrics, I decided to write about someone very close to me, my brother.
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