Do you know what it fucking feels like to sit in a fucking hospital room day and night consistently while holding your twin brothers hand while he lays there on a breathing machine covered in bandages to not even be able to clearly see his face because it's covered in bandages and scars to see his heart beat decrease more and more each day to have a doctor tell you his body is stressing from him fighting then yo finally walk into a room on his favorite holiday for a doctor to tell you he's brain dead and they tried everything they could....that the injuries were too bad to have to cry myself to sleep to feel numb and scarred then when you go to tell the people he loved that he's no longer here I get accused of being the stupid bitch who's playing a cruel evil joke to hurt Talia right? My twin brother is dead he's gone I'll never get to see him again I never get to cuss him out for eating my food again I never get to be mad that he walks into my room in the middle of the night and crawls in my bed and sleeps snoring in my ear cuz he hates sleeping alone I no longer have my ride or die my Bestfriend my annoyance the one person who never let me down I don't have that anymore and all y'all want to do is accuse me of bullshit fuck all y'all R.I.P brother you'll be missed by the ones that truly loved and cared for you
