Brother

Looking back on the scars on my wrist
Noticing the patterns
That I once drew on me
Wishing I could take it back
Take back all the pain and stress
That I cause my parents and my friends
The hospitals and the therapists
Never really seemed to help
Until the night I almost lost my brother
I couldn't stand to see him cry
Screaming why big brother WHY?!
Why would you do this
Your life is good you have it good
There's no point in crying
There's no piont in dying
With those few words
He stopped me dead
From now on the only dangerous thing I'll be picking up
Is my little brother