tw: abuse and alcoholism
my brother is my superhero.
he saved me in times i couldn't save myself.
he picked me up when i fell, for our mom could not.
he dabbed the blood from my lip
that was a result to the last beer my father drank.
but my brother is a liar.
i used to wish i was like him,
to be as kind as him
as brave.
my brother is my superhero.
because he could never be anyone else's.
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
