Broken

Broken.
When you broke you took me with you.
I'm on the constant hunt.
and every now and then I catch a glimpse
a memory of who I was before you broke.
Before you took with you my best friend.
My soul.
I'm Hollowed out of my own accord.
I allowed you and your misfortune
to consume me to take over my every waking thought.
I would give anything my whole world my life to make you whole again
to take away this suffering this pain.
to wipe away every tear.
I close my eye's and hear the phone call over and over again resounding in my mind.
"hurry come quick he's bad hurt"
And with that my life in a scene ended.
I lay down and am haunted by the memory
Seeing you there on that hospital bed.
"You made it"
Was all you said.
before falling back into unconsciousness.
I made it.

I hate this.
I hate you I fear at time's
for your stupidity
How
how could you be so foolish
I'm so mad
so mad that this is the hand life dealt you
dealt our mother
dealt us all
because my dear
this dose not just affect you.
this has become all of us.

You are my twin.
You are my brother
you are my life
and I love you now and forever more
Please have faith
as I do
I hold on to this seemingly fleeing hope
That I will again see you stand
that you will become the man your suppose to be.

I love you