This is a letter for my family and friends.
In the event that I'm not here
when you stand at the end.
To my mother, if you were still here,
it would've been your virtue I had to defend.
I would never let another man
hurt you or desert you, you were papa's little gem.
And yeah, it's true, I'm holding onto your words
hoping they would start guiding me through.
To my brother,
you were once my laughter and smile.
Thinking back, through all the brokenness
no wonder it was hard to reconcile.
All that I ask is that,
don't ever fall to the confusion I fell to.
I love you with everything I am,
and it's true when I tell you that I failed you.
Growing up, all you wanted was love.
I treated you like an enemy
because you wasn't a blood.
You did things for me
that never these fake homies
would've done for me.
I'd still die for you right now,
you'd never have to run from me.
Misery loves company, rightfully said.
That's why when I'm frightened at night
from the voices inside my head,
I get my blanket and hit the floor
on the side of your bed.
Just to feel safe for a moment,
from the cries of the dead.
Through all the paranoia and strife,
having you around is one of the reasons I'm enduring my life.
Everyday I'm trying to be the role model you need,
but it's hard, because I have yet to learn how to achieve.
And I'm trying to teach you
much more than how you should grieve.
If I make it into heaven then you'll learn how to believe,
I once was blind and now I'm beginning to see,
hoping you're standing at the end next to me.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
This is a letter for my family and friends.
In the event that I'm not here
when you stand at the end.
To my mother, if you were still here,
it would've been your virtue I had to defend.
I would never let another man
hurt you or desert you, you were papa's little gem.
And yeah, it's true, I'm holding onto your words
hoping they would start guiding me through.
To my brother,
you were once my laughter and smile.
Thinking back, through all the brokenness
no wonder it was hard to reconcile.
All that I ask is that,
don't ever fall to the confusion I fell to.
I love you with everything I am,
and it's true when I tell you that I failed you.
Growing up, all you wanted was love.
I treated you like an enemy
because you wasn't a blood.
You did things for me
that never these fake homies
would've done for me.
I'd still die for you right now,
you'd never have to run from me.
Misery loves company, rightfully said.
That's why when I'm frightened at night
from the voices inside my head,
I get my blanket and hit the floor
on the side of your bed.
Just to feel safe for a moment,
from the cries of the dead.
Through all the paranoia and strife,
having you around is one of the reasons I'm enduring my life.
Everyday I'm trying to be the role model you need,
but it's hard, because I have yet to learn how to achieve.
And I'm trying to teach you
much more than how you should grieve.
If I make it into heaven then you'll learn how to believe,
I once was blind and now I'm beginning to see,
hoping you're standing at the end next to me.