To My Little Brother, My Best Friend

I look at him and where everyone sees someone heedless, I see someone who never had a family as needed.

Beyond his anger, I see his hurt as people drag his name through the dirt.

I look at him and wonder how someone can suffer so much pain and find happiness through every drop of rain.

I cry on him, his heartbeat slow and steady, and wish he wouldn’t have left me.

Cause while I watch time moving on, I sit and feel my life on pause.

All I do is cry and cry, and just hope I’ll get through the night.

I feel my heart as it bends, and wish I had my best friend.

I wish so badly he knew I loved him broken, cause behind his mouth are so much words unspoken.