I haven't told anyone that I'm scared of getting close to you because I'm just waiting for you to leave.
Nine-year-olds should not be wielding knives,
but you started years ago.
You're capable of so much. So many good things.
You're a singer, a musician, a dancer, an athlete. You've got eyes so blue the sky is jealous.
Things aren't alright here, and I wish you would learn to take it,
but at the same time, I don't want you to be like me...

I've already lost one brother.
Please don't let me lose the other one.