Thanks, Brother.

Thanks.
Thanks for it all.
The smiles, the tears.
The promises, and the lies.
Thanks, thanks for ruining it all.

Brother, was his name.
Smoking Marijuana, was his game.
Although he was a V.I.P
It's going to have us saying R.I.P.

But WHY.
WHY do you put us through all this.
WHY did you have to mess up your life.
WHY do you have to make others suffer.
WHY did you have to pick up that pipe.
WHY did you pick up that beer can;
You should have done better than this, man.
We raised you right, you knew right from wrong.
But it's just always, the same ol' song.

As far as I can remember,
I think it was in November,
Of Sixth Grade Year.
That's when you brought Mom and Dad the Tears.
I was only a kid, I didn't know what was going on.
Every week, I was scared a ton.
Late at night, ever night, all I could hear was yelling.
Screaming, Shouting, and Crying.
Sister would just keep on telling,
You to stop, and stop.
But you wouldn't listen.
You had your mind made up.
And all of this, taking place, infront of your little brother, who was still growing up.
I didn't know it at the time,
But you were ruining it.
Your life, Sisters, Mom's and Dad's.
All I could do was lay in bed, sad,
While you would run out the house, oh so mad.

End of Sixth grade, and start of Summer.
Holy shit, it was a bummer.
I knew what was finally going on.
It was all clear now.
You, and how you were ruining your life.
You, getting high, and drinking like crazy.
You, getting kicked out, and running away.
ME, not knowing if I'd ever see my brother again.
And me, at the age of only twelve.
Growing up around shit that most normal people;
Wouldn't hear, Dream, Or think about going through until they were grown up.
Car after Car, the result the same.
Car = Totaled. and you = Missing.

Finally, you came home, but for how long I did not know.
Next week you were gone again, what a surprise, huh?
Two weeks later a call from Aunt,
Saying she found you.
You had got in another accident, you're car gone.
But that not the only thing - you hit your head on the steering wheel, and your memory with it.
Your 'Friends' called Aunt, told her you needed to get your fucked up life under control.
We didn't know how bad in shape you were,
You're lucky to be alive, you know.
All of this, taking right in front of me.
A kid, growing up, Only thirteen.

Next thing you know, Your friend Ron's dead.
When I found out he killed himself on accident -
With you parked outside his house -
I stopped in my tracks knowing that could have been you.
We were lucky to still have you.
You knew it too.

Eight grade, while you're over seas,
We find out, our cousin's overdosed on Ecstasy.
Another man down, that could have been you.
The targets getting closer and closer,
And the light fading away.
Why Brother, why
Can't you just stay,
Away from that shit,
Get your life straight and Fit.

Now, I'm in this room I've been in.
All of us have; You, Mom, Dad, and Sister.
I'm sitting on this chair, across from me this Mister.
We all know him, and he knows all of our secrets.
I ask Mom and Dad to leave, for some One on One time.
For the next 15 Minutes, this man is Mine.
Everything was in my head perfectly;
But as soon as they leave;
I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out are tears -
From my eyes.
I can't stop, I can't find the words to say what I'm trying to say.
My minds blank - My heart racing.
Five minutes pass, and nothing's changed.
I don't know why, nor how, this is happening.
All this time, over all those years.
Not one single tear.
And now I'm here;
In front of him, and I'm crying and crying, trying to stop.
I stop, and we talk and talk.
I tell him I want this fairy tale to have a happy ending,
Although it doesn't look like it is.
I just pray and pray you find that light,
To save you, and help you from this dark road you're on.
We care for you, and want you to end this madness.
I know you'll find that light, and it may not be soon.
But Brother, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that
I Love You.

​

It's a true story, nothing changed.
I didn't really follow a rhyming scheme, I came home and everything just came out itself.
When it says "Now I'm in the room I've been in" It means today, when I was at the psychologist.
CnC Please.

 

That was pretty good. The whole story just amazed me, sad at parts but great. Hope everything goes well.

 

Nice job ^-^

 

I gotta say lots of talent out there.

 

Cee n Cee pleez.

 

Good story, welly done.

A couple things that I found should be removed:
"The promises, and the lies." On line 4 would be best without the "and"

On the "But WHY" paragraph, you should remove beer from can.
We all know what you mean just saying can, and beer just sounds out of place.