I Want My Brother Back

I read everything I can get my hands on but nothing takes away the pain in my bones. There’s a dark, black, abyss where my heart used to be. I go numb and I can’t feel anything. I can’t seem to find solace anywhere and nothing really resonates with me. I want my brother back.

I cry. I scream. I grieve. I party. I go home with strangers. I stop sleeping. I drink too much. I’m angry. I’m depressed. I don’t want to go on. I want my brother back. I curl up in the fetal position and stare at the wall. I’m in pain. I can’t move. I’m sick. I want my brother back. I’m nostalgic. Everything and everyone makes me think of you. So, I isolate and hide. If I stay in my own little world. If I stay inside. No one will hurt me.

No one can leave me. No one will die. I want my brother back.

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