I’ll always recall the day you left me here to die
I can change I said, let me try
But instead you chose to fly
Your words of rebuke, how they made me cry

I am sick; it’s no contrived cliché
My mind is in disarray
My heart languishes in decay
But you don’t see it that way
To you it’s all made up; a sick game I play

Already it’s been over a year
I’m all but forgotten, I fear
You are far, no longer near
But, though I lie, I love you dear

You’ll always be my brother
We come from the same mother
I loved you like no other
But with me you won’t bother
It reminds me of my father

she is the devil
always ******* on about her crap
doesn't understand the commoner's way
thinking she should be #1
***** her and her ****
let her have fun in hell
freaks like her deserve worst things

Be a little embarrassed..
Get some hugs n kisses from
Your parents,
Help them with weird things in public,
Kiss your sibling making loud sounds,
Go crazy for food,
Live a little more..
Coz
Those little moments,
Become
The most treasured memories...

Often, it has been said that I am prone to over emphasize.
Today, they will not hurt me with such childish criticism, the importance of today they shall not minimize.

On this day, awhile ago.
The universe was randomly kind.
It wasn't until sometime later that I realized the enormity of how though.
Maybe the stars were aligned.

The fact that she cares.
Unconditionally so, while everyone else looks for an easy way out.
Splitting hairs.
Sam is there, ringside.
During each bout.
My goal isn't to win. I just want to make this woman glow with pride.

If you were here now, what could I even say to you?
Would it be like when I pray to you?  
Will those expired limitations be renewed
or stay lost forever in your departure?
Would it make a difference when you went back to dust?
Would you suddenly know me now?
I don’t think I could.

Sense I was little I have been close to my sister
though lately I actually hate her
and it's not a teen age moody hate
it's a rage
I feel like hitting something every time I hear her name.

I use to look up to her
she use to be my world,
now she a stranger,
That I'll never talk to again

The worst part is it feel like she died
but I see her around
she post on facebook
I see her in town
I want to go up to her and yell and scream
but instead I lock my self in my room and try to breath

Cause sense what happened happened
I have worse anxitey
I feel like I can't breath
I hate her with a passion
and yes its a strong word
but that how I feel right now

She left me alone
like i was nothing to her
she use to be my hero
the one I went to for everything
now she someone I despise
I don't like seeing her so I just hid.

I feel like I miss her
like she is dead
and a part of her is
and that's what I dread

Its like the loss of the love one, without any closer
and that what ***** the most
the feeling that I can't move on
cause I lost something dear to me
and I want to be dreaming
I want her back more then anything
but I know I'll never forgive her for what she's done...

And I don't know why I'm writing this
Maybe I'm just fighting this feel of hopelessness
Maybe I'm hoping someone will answer this and tell me why thing's have to be like this
they don't have to be like this
but she can't fix this
I'm broken and she did this
and I'm ready to end this.

My sister use to be my best friend....
and now she's my worst enemy.

You always were the light of my life,
My helper when ever I faced strife.

Too soon gone, much to my sorrow,
Won't see you again until tomorrow.

When the stars in the sky twinkle above,
I just know it's you sending your love.

There's a whole in my life that can never be filled,
And a pain in my heart that can never be stilled.

The human race tied to the past like leaves to the rain, lingers personally. Only the dead see everything. Is it a shame not to confine the pain? Memorial blame. Forgiving again. The cycle of dependency, inequity… Course correction is misdirection. My affliction is to battle with action and distraction. Is there an end or must we always re-mend the wounds of living?

This sadness was our burden to carry,
Brother of mine,
Our burden to carry,
Throughout our lives.

Yet you have broken your shackles,
Brother of mine, have finally flown free,
And I am left questioning,
Hoping you will never forget me.

I cried back then, when turmoil unfolded,
And you comforted me with a soothing voice.
Now you have left this place,
And I don't blame you for that choice.

Please, all I am asking of you,
My dear brother,
Do not forget that little boy,
Who feared his mother.

I remain in the rubble of our past,
Please think of me even as you are free.
Back in those cloudy days,
You endeavored to help me see.

I am endlessly grateful.
Do not forget me, brother of mine,
For I might carry this burden,
For all of time.