I try to stay strong.
For it's been an entire nine years.
Since my brother was taken.
In my ears, the crying still leers.
I just want to cry,
but it's hard to find the tears,
to find the weakness,
to release my fears.
I'll never forget my mothers face,
when I came home from my dads.
I was ignorant and little and asked,
"Why is mommy sad?"
Then they hugged me,
and told my kindergarten heart,
that my brothers life had been taken.
And then mine was torn apart.
I want to be able to go back.
Or give him one last hug.
So that the hole in my heart,
would finally be re-plugged.
I want to put the blame,
on the driver who was drunk.
And wouldn't let them out of the car when he sped,
and then wasn't even scratched,
or even touched.
But I know this is wrong, Because he has said sorry to my mom.
But I can't help but wonder,
Did I do something wrong?
Did I do something to deserve this?
Or was it simply just fate?
Was it gods plan for the car to hit the railing,
and my heart to fill with hate.
I try to cry,
now that the day of your death is nearing.
But it's all I can help to stop hearing -
the crying.
