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Glass Casing. In a glass casing.
Only managing to squeeze my hands through.
I can't really feel your soft hair.
I have on rubber gloves.
They don't want outside germs infecting you.
When your heart was so weak.
A hole in it.
I didn't think anything of it.
Young and naive.
You would come home.
With my dad and that other lady.
There are lots of other babies in the room.
I don't know what was wrong with them.
Barely understanding something was wrong with you.
Your eyes open up.
They're as dark as mine.
A little while later, we leave.
That's all I can remember of you being alive.
Later, we visit the mall.
We're looking for black clothing.
I don't understand why I have to wear a skirt.
I hate skirts, but she's picking one out for me.
It's soft, and silky.
Reminding me of you.
I take it anyways, and we go to the cash register.
We buy the dark coloured clothing.
I lost track.
We're in a room.
Rows of chairs.
Rows of crying people.
I'm not sure what's quite going on.
It's A Sickness. It's a sickness.
Slowly breaking me.
No one knows about this.
It's for the best.
They don't take care of it.
It's not life threatening.
Unless I decide.
I have no plans for that.
But it's slowly devouring.
I fight it every day.
And it ends in tears.
I'm not sure if it's worth it anymore.
But I do.
For the sake of others.
Personally, I gave up.
She said it herself.
That it's the night that brings it all.
It makes me hollow.
I don't want to accept anything.
I choose to ignore it.
But I'm stupid in doing so.
I deny all that is wrong with me.
Unless there is physical proof.
So that others won't worry.
But what I'm doing is bad.
They don't notice it because I act my part.
But I always cry every night.
I have to force it in.
Until my ankle heals.
I don't know how it's going to affect me.
But I know it won't be good.
The thoughts are going to fester.
And then boil over into emotions.
I can't wait.
You Don't Deserve A Smile.My fault..
My fault and I know it.
I was selfish.
I wanted the windows rolled down.
I wanted the breeze on my face.
I deserved the punishment.
It wasn't fair to anyone else.
It's my fault the babe died.
No one has said a word.
But they point their fingers.
And whisper their words.
They know it too.
I didn't have a reaction.
I went with her to the doctors.
I saw her beginning to break.
I saw the fake pity by the doctor.
But what hurt the most was I couldn't comfort.
I stood there.
Silent, and still.
Like a doll.
It was your birthday too.
I heard her whisper.
She wasn't sure how I felt.
I acted normal.
But it hurt.
I nearly cried in the car.
I kept it together while she cried as she drove.
He hugged her.
Why couldn't I do it?
He did it so simply..
It was my fault and yet I could do nothing.
But pretend everything was okay.
They don't see me during the night.
I felt sick.
I had done it.
It's eating away.
I can't seem to do it.
It's utterly destroying me.
I have no reason to
I Give Up.Every night.
Every damn night!
Why can't I be normal?
Is it the medication?
The fact that I don't care?
I start to laugh.
And then I end up crying.
Is it because I don't feel it?
It pisses me off so damn much!
I can't help it!
Why can't I stop it?
I'm strong enough, aren't I?
Why can't I just end this?
Every night ends in tears.
I don't want it to.
It just does.
I can't breathe really.
My lungs are squeezing so tight.
I need to calm down.
But how do I do that?
My medications aren't working.
I should be out by now.
I'm the support beam for everyone.
Am I finally crumbling?
That fall that causes problems?
I might dissapear.
I don't want to cause problems.
I don't want to be in anyone's way.
I promise I'll be back.
Maybe I just need a break.
Will that vacation do any good?
I feel sick with myself.
I may act like I'm brave.
But I'm not.
I'm a coward.
Get in my face.
Yell at me.
It shuts me up.
It makes me turn tail and hide.
So they won't see me cry.
Behind a computer?
Little BrotherYou wake me up during all hours of the night.
Sometimes you come crying because you had a nightmare.
Other times, it's because you're scared to turn on the lights to go to the bathroom.
You wake me up and I attend to your needs.
Sometimes, you wake me up at 3 in the morning.
On a school day.
Just so we can watch Dino Squad on Netflix until I'm supposed to get ready.
Sometimes you just need a hug.
My younger siblings and your older ones can get mean.
So you come to me during the night.
You end up cuddling next to me during the night.
Knowing that I'll at least put an arm around you so you'll know I'm there.
You come to me so you can have a drink.
Asking if I can open a drink for you.
When you come to me crying.
I sing to you quietly.
Soon you go to sleep even when I'm a horrible singer.
I'm the one to tell others what you're saying.
They can't understand you so they ask me.
You're my little brother.
So I'm willing to defend.
And Then There Was FourI'm choking up.
I can't breathe.
My eyes are wide.
And tearing up.
But I can't cry.
I'm on my hands and knees.
You drove the car over the edge.
Right over it and into the waters below.
Why did you do that?
My little brother was in that car.
That was my little brother!
How dare you use him as a hostage!
Well now you're both dead.
I don't give a shit about you.
My little brother..
I could've done something.
But I didn't.
I just stood in shock.
Now I regret it.
I could've tackled you.
Stopped you enough for the cops.
Why did I not stop you?
My head hurts.
I didn't do a thing.
He's dead now because of you!
If I could, I'd hurt you!
I can't think.
I can't remember how to breathe.
All I can do is cry.
And squeeze my fists.
Standing back up.
I stare blankly.
There's the other siblings.
"Looks like it's down to four.."
Turn Out The Lights. Turn out the lights.
I want the light off.
You put the needle in me.
Just turn off the lights.
Why aren't you listening to me?!
I get the fact that I'm lying in the hospital bed.
And the fact that you're supposed to ask me questions.
But please, please!
Turn out the light!
It hurts and I want it gone!
I want to punch the metal bars that are keeping me from falling off the bed.
But I can't.
It hurts too much to move.
It makes my stomach hurt.
I don't want to sit here and be weak.
I'm frustrated by myself enough already.
You're not listening.
Are you baffled?
That nothing appears out of the ordinary?
That I'm lying in the hospital bed?
I'm shivering and curling myself into a ball.
The arm with the needle hanging out of the thin sheet.
Why can't I stand up without help?
It pisses me off.
I can't find a comfortable position.
You check in occaisonally.
Still finding nothing wrong.
Won't you leave me alone?
I want to be left alone.
My parents are looking worried.
I don't know
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