The first image that I had was kind of bad I wanted to take that dope dealer with sold you that bad back and I wanted to drown him and dragged him through every piece of pain that I was feeling but I know it was your choice just like it was mine once I got you little brother sleep well tonight because tomorrow is no longer your fight and the struggles the monsters and the demons have followed you will never be able to find you again and if they think the debt that is old will go straight to your kin know anyone that steps to your kid or tries to claim anything that you tried to hide from him you might have been a monster in most peopleās eyes but they never were there to watch that beautiful life drift out your eyes sorry lil brother I didnāt save you like you did me but I will save your boy heāll never know the feeling of a toy pressed against his waist waiting for someone to come up to test the patient so that you can pull it out and waste em he will be everything we wonāt and I see you lil brother and I wish I could have said that to your face before they hadnāt called me down to that hospital place to identify something that I used to call my little brother the secrets that me and you had we wouldnāt even tell our mothers
I donāt know which one feels better letting the blood leak from my wrist and letting these words leak for my brain I guess being stuck between a razor blade and your wrist or a razor blade in a mirror theres only one thing I fear its the people I love walking away or losing them in some sort of tragic way rib you where are Monster just like me and you chose to accept the never to judge me didnāt matter if I showed up at 6 a.m. all f***** up wishing I didnāt do it you still sat down there across from that table you got me through it now I canāt do shit if I see your plug know am a plug em up think he hard. He knows not the sufferings I wi bring
Damn, I just wish I could help you and everybody else whoās also struggling but life is just very hard ,unfair and toughā¦ we can only help ourselves if we really want to, itās about what we make of it so donāt give up please! Keep your head up and stay strong!
Got high fml and cut myself for it and I wish sometimes I can go back to me when I was 13 take a razor blade and cut out those gangster dreams and evil schemes but I guess we were just little kids trying to live comfortably in hell and I know doing it wouldnāt bring you back but I made it so I didnāt have to see your eyes in my sleep but Iām pretty scared that Iām going to die in these streets like 14 of my friends how you supposed to be happy when that what your scared of how you supposed to live a life when all you know is struggles how you supposed to find someone who loves you and gives you cuddles when Iām still with the boys that are left in the huddle I canāt leave them in the streets to die by themselves in this street I love called hell sorry man am sorry lil brotherā¦