O My Brother I feel your Pain

O my brother, I can see your pain. Unlike the ignorant, I hear your screams, yet you refuse to explain, why you're lost in forgotten fast flowing streams, wandering like a forgoing wave, thinking there's blessings in an early grave. When you can't understand the darkness, feeling as you do not belong, remember in our own unique weirdness, you don't have to pretend to be headstrong because my brother, I can see your pain. I know it hurts, because I've been hurt too sometimes we fall, as I've fallen too, but you need to realise - It's not wrong to not be strong, so remove your daily disguise. Stop living up to expectations from 'out of date' generations. It's OK not to be OK. and I'll help you find your way. Dad was sadly mistaken - it's fine to cry when you feel forsaken because my brother, I can see your pain. If you think there's too much shame, we'll sit in silence until you feel tame. It's hard to say what's on your mind, when reactions are not always kind. Then they ignite our dynamite hearts to make us feel as we're not worthy, so a piece of our sanity departs and the demons show no mercy. It's not absurd that so many are confused in their own little world. It's ok to cry, so release those tears, you are not a burden, so share your fears because my brother, I can feel your pain. We don't have to smile all the time, playing the joker is now a masculine crime. We can't live as a definition of our past, as fate won't wait - it moves too fast. We can only determine where we are going, when we process what we are not showing. We are iron monuments forged in fire, separate but born with burning desire. Waterfalls formed from the same rain, flowing from different mountainous terrain. A secret lullaby from two unheard tones, healing from wounds cast from selfish stones So in times of rage and feeling misunderstood, remember the beautiful bond of brotherhood because my brother, I can see your pain.