I'm not religious, never have been. But here I am, on my knees, praying.
He's done bad things, he's said worse. But here I am, Pleading with whatever god is out there, to help him, to make him okay again.
I want him to be better. I want my brother back.
I should've noticed, should've done something to help him. But I didn't.
Maybe I didn't notice because he hid it too well, or maybe I'm simply to self obsessed to have seen.
Either way, here I am, praying, begging.
Are you there?
