The secret

1.

I'm sure you all know my brother.

The one you say, "he's such a bitch. He's the one who gave you these scar's!"

And you tell me to stay away.

To watch my back if he strikes.

But I don't believe it.

It isn't goodbye.

His family is all gone.

And mine all hate him.

Even my little brother, who calls me The Black Pigeon.

He's a good singer,

They say if he sung happily.

But he isn't happy.

He's scared.

All those days, he'll break things, scream.

His hands turn out blood, everything is broken and he's crying.

I try to hold him, say I love him and it'll be okay.

Maybe he punches me, kicks or calls me a name.

None of that gives me some.

He cares, just can't bare.

He blames himself when he's alone

And throws when he's on the phone.

Always saying, "You're such a useless shut, you fucking bitch."

But he doesn't mean it. I hear the fear in the voice, and the scars on his face when he cries.

He can put on as much stuff as he want's to hide the ones on the inside.

I hide the real ones, so I won't get asked.

The last thing I want,

Is for him to pass.

"Who's it gonna be? The one that you only need? I gave it all, but all you gave was sweet misery."

I love you, Matthew.