"Mom how did my bwother die?"
"See he had this depression he couldn't survive,
He was alone, it was just his time. That's when he resorted to suicide, I saw the tiredness in his eyes. Heard the truth behind his lies, even felt his demons laughter through his cries. He had a lot of those. Kept pushing him to the edge, I could've saved him but I didn't, now you have a life, you need to live it, don't let him be the reason you hold back"
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
