my brother keeps asking
why i'm sad
and i'm not sure
what to tell him.
he begs me to
smile
and i tell him
i can't
but he cannot fathom
why.
he is young
and has always been
too young
to understand
why
everything hurts me
and nothing hits him.
when our parents
threw grenades at each other
i would cover
his body with mine
and heal the wounds alone.
he never sees the scars
because he's too busy
staring up at my face.
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desolation
Poesíades·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
