Lee...
It's a special name to me.
A friend that cared,
One so scared.
I'm so sorry,
On a night so starry.
Since your death,
I'm out of breath.
Death by murderers,
By ruthless slaughterers.
Lee...
A name so special to me.
This was a poem I had wrote many years ago. My friend, Leroy, that we called Lee, was killed by a murderer.
But actually... Leroy was my only brother. Our parents... they caused it. Being druggies and abusers, their 'friend' killed my brother. Only now do I realize how hard it is to say that he's gone. I don't know where Leroy was taken, all I found was his blood in our basement, our room.
My real parents said that he was on a road trip with their friend. I can't believe that I believed those lies. I'm crying now, silently, hiding in my room.
No one, not even my BF knows that I had a brother. I am glad to be adopted... and I'm glad that my real parents are dead. They died two years ago.
Anger...
Fear...
Pain...
That's all I feel.
And I may make a book based on this.