Broken Hero

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I've cried as many tears as I've forced away. 

And the words I screamed, I've silenced forever. 

To show you that I care, to show you that you're loved. 

But it didn't change anything cause you never got better. 

Now I'm holding the broken glass you left behind, 

Cutting myself with the pieces as big as your lost dreams. 

I thought love is all we need in this word, but I was wrong. 

Sometimes hate overpowers the breaking heart, it seems. 

I sit on your bed, wished it would sink down as you sit, 

But the spot next to me is still empty and so damn cold. 

I take your lighter in my hand and wonder if it still works. 

I watch out the dirty window, it seems so sad and old. 

How many nights have I sit here with you, talking, 

How many times did you give me the hope to go on. 

I've seen your tears, I've seen the pills lying under your bed. 

Am I the only one who wishes you weren't gone? 

My broken hero, 

The one I'll always love. 

My broken hero, 

Sweet but also tough. 

But my broken hero, 

Has had enough. 

As I watch your pictures of when you were young, 

I can't help but wonder where it all went wrong. 

Did mom not love you enough, was she always away? 

Or did dad tell you that you're a pussy, that you're not strong? 

I wonder if it's my fault, of what happened years ago. 

And if it is, is that why you couldn't look at my face? 

If I could see you again, I'd tell you a thousand things. 

If I had the power, I would take your place. 

The loneliness I feel, you've felt for far too long. 

The tears you've hidden, I've ignored with regret. 

I wanna hug you and never let go, never fucking again. 

But the thing you wish for the most, you never get. 

I wanna join hands and jump off at the edge of the world. 

That last moment in your eyes, that's what I wanna see. 

Because now it feels like I've never known you. 

You caged me when you decided you wanted to be free. 

My broken hero, 

The one I'll always love. 

My broken hero, 

Sweet but also tough. 

But my broken hero, 

Has had enough. 

But, hey, brother, listen to this, please. 

I've always loved you like a real brother. 

You were that one thing that mattered. 

I've loved you more than our mother. 

I wanted to take away your sorrows, 

To make it easier for you to live. 

You're not dead, not to me. 

That why I still give. 

My love. 

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