Constant weight loss, consistent since junior year.
Your nose stays clean but does your mouth?
Drink away the way you feel for everyone, drink away the pain you feel when you see her eyes.
You escape the situations you can.
You tried to quit smoking, but today you asked me for a cigarette, so I guess you gave up on that just like you give up on everything else.
I'll always be the only one to take care of your heart; the others take care of your food and drug supply.
It breaks my heart to watch you wither away.
Your ribs are so fragile and a few weeks ago they weren't visible.
Now I see how you've been doing.
You're worried, and scared. The sad part is, is that you're worried and scared of yourself.
Don't call yourself a monster, don't say you're worthless, don't talk that way about your body.
The family begs you to eat, but you don't like to eat in front of people. You said it's because you're afraid they'll say something. Which they would, I understand, but that doesn't mean you don't have to avoid food all day.
They keep telling me you'll realize one day.
One day, one day you'll understand how beautiful you are, that you don't need those drugs, or alcohol, and you can eat. I guess I'll just have to wait, but I hope you get better, because this decaying version of you is burning the back of my throat and I love you far too much to bury you any time soon.
Brother.
