I think I will forever resent the day you died.
I think I will forever hate the day you left - Me.
You left everything for us, to pick up, to clean up - To tidy.
And you left it all as it was but slightly worse.
But only you didn't die
You lost your mind.
Your mind faded the way we sleep
Slowly and then all at once.
Until you vanished, and became a shell of you.
You had died severely. Each time you broke you died.
You left us. You are no longer here, with us.
You look but do not see
You hear but do not listen
You are.
But you are not.
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
I think I will forever resent the day you died.
I think I will forever hate the day you left - Me.
You left everything for us, to pick up, to clean up - To tidy.
And you left it all as it was but slightly worse.
But only you didn't die
You lost your mind.
Your mind faded the way we sleep
Slowly and then all at once.
Until you vanished, and became a shell of you.
You had died severely. Each time you broke you died.
You left us. You are no longer here, with us.
You look but do not see
You hear but do not listen
You are.
But you are not.
mental health can take people from you. my brother is gone.
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