Since My Brother Died.
This is a poem about how I have felt since my brother killed himself.
Since my brother died,
I have felt dead inside.
I try not to cry,
and to my heart I try
to lie.
I don't know what to do about how I feel,
I want to think it's not real.
I want to think its all a lie,
with all this I want to die.
I don`t know what to do,
I want my emotions to be
through. I cant believe he
killed himself, and did not think
of anyone else.
He left a note that my dad read,
but did not say what it said.
He was hanging there in a noose,
the my dad pulled him loose.
In hopes he would survive,
my dad tried to revive.
But he was already dead,
my poor dads heart turned to
lead. This we try to get through,
but its so hard to do. I cant
do this anymore, I want to knock on heavens
door.
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