This home wasn't meant to be this quiet.
I'm not meant to feel this alone.
I feel so cold, in this world of stone.
Because you're not here holding my hand.
Helping me stand.
You're up there making something out of yourself.
While I'm sitting here in a shell of myself.
I have nobody to talk to, nobody to argue with.
Nobody to make me laugh or for me to chase around the house.
Nobody to tease me.
To bother me with questions or heal me.
This week we didn't buy as much food...
We didn't really need to...
Now that there's only three to feed...
I realize all the need
That I had for you.
So what am I to do, except miss the thought of you...
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This little poem/thought is for my brother, Nicholas, and my sister, Victoria.
I miss you both SO much and it's really lonely over here... Please visit soon. I really don't like being here all alone... Like I said, there's nobody to talk to about games or any other random things. I'm really bored all of the time and I'm not quite sure what to do with myself... I need friends because I'm lost without them. You guys were my first friends and I love/miss you so much. I know Nick won't read this but I'm glad that you're seeing this Victoria. Siblings are one of the best gifts in life and I feel bad for every only-child out there... They'll never be able to feel such a bond. Not even friendship could be this strong. Can't wait to see you again. Take care. <3
YOU ARE READING
~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
