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*My seven year old brother, inspired me to write this, not with words but by actions. I think this is the best poem i have done, if not that, the most meaningful*

He writes to you,
He has never forgotten the hugs you shared,
He may have been young,
But his love, he so badly declared.

He idolized you,
He was only one years old,
He didn't know what was happening,
But he didn't stay cold.

He help his head up high,
He kept us all sane,
But the poor little lad,
He is now feeling the pain.

I cried tonight,
Because of a note,
By a lovely little boy,
Here is what he wrote:

'to Bampy I'm missing you a lot. I love you loads and i think that you are missing use all is well. Hayley misses you I do and Gemma and nanny and mummy and daddy and auntie Angie. But we are still having fun and I think that everyday that you have bad days. Because you are missing use. Some times I cry when you have gone. I will send you another letter soon and I have sent one already. I love you loads. Love Liam and the family.'

None of us talk about it,
Which, personally, I think is wrong,
But everyone keeps st-um,
And pretends to be strong.

But Bamps, I'm weak!
I have depression,
But i want YOU to help me,
Instead of some stupid session.

I pray Bamps,
And i also write,
But none of it matters,
Nothing will ever be alright.

He writes you letters,
Why don't you reply?
I say loads of prayers,
Bamps! Please Reply!

*Thank you so much for reading*

*Depression*Is*An*Illness* ©