You looked me in the eyes
As you stood on the bridge
You told me goodbye
And then you took a step.I screamed and begged,
But your mind was made up.
Your last words were, "I'm sorry, please be tough."How could I be tough,
When this is all my fault?
I should've gotten help
But I just cried into shock.It was a dark winter night
So no one was around
I cried myself to sleep
On the cold, snowy ground.Once I woke up
I was in a hospital bed
Everything was cold
And I knew you were dead.By the look in my family's eyes
I knew they blamed me
I ruined their lives
It should've been me.So I tore off the blankets
And started to scream.
I told them to kill me
And my mother just stared.She had no words
And I knew she didn't care.
So, I stopped eating
I didn't even drink.But when I started to grow thin
They sent me away.
Where I was told the opposite
Of what I think.It's not my fault
It was his choice!
But if I hadn't gone out
He would've never turned cold.It's my fault he had nightmares
Of the day I'll never forget.
He wanted them to stop
He told me this.I told him they would
He was my big brother after all
Nothing could hurt him
But, boy, I was wrong.If I knew how much he was hurting
I would've never let him go.
Now I have no one
And I'm stuck in this place.
At least I thought that,
Until he came.He had black hair
And bright, blue eyes.
He was quite tall
But had sadness in his eyes.His name was Alex
And I knew I needed to be his friend.
So for the first time in a year
I smiled at him.He didn't smile back.
Just gave me a cold stare.
He glared at me
And I knew he didn't care.I tried and tried
To get him to like me.
But all I got back
Was anger and hate.So I gave up
And left him alone.
I knew he was happy
Even though I started to grow cold.The nightmares started
And I still tried to sleep
But when I woke up crying,
I found him holding me.He held me and let me cry
He told me everything would be alright.
When I pounded his chest
And called him a liar
He didn't hit me back
But held me tighter.He made sure I ate
And helped me heal.
Now he's the love of my life
And I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.I know my brother would be proud of me
And that helps a lot.
So thank you, Alex.
For everything, you've done.And I love you, Marcus.
Even though it's hard,
I have been the tough one.
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Be Tough
PoetryThis is dedicated to my brother who I lost to suicide. I loved him so much and i still do. This is also dedicated to my boyfriend. He's helped me heal and has followed me through hell and back again. ~Toby <3