On the bus
Coming home
I speak to
Brother
On the phone
Growing up far
To tense
One thing
We had was
A sixth
Sense.
I was ill took
A bucket full
Of pills
To end my
****** life.
How my brother
New of this
Is quite beyond me
He phoned the police
I was nearly at peace
They dragged me out of
My ****** room
Down the stairs
Doom and gloom.
Of I went to A and E
Then they phoned my family
For days and days they
were by my side
Why did I try to commit
Suicide.
Really don’t know what
It meant
All I know my brothers bond
He had a sixth sense.