i want to shut my eyes
to the sickening cries
i don't want to see
the sadness anymore
and i can't stand
to watch my brother
wither away
until he becomes a shell
of the boy he used to be
i will crush the demons
of disease in my dreams
and stop the chaos
stop the tears
stop the pity
and stop the fears
so that i don't have to witness
the caregiver cry
anymore
(a/n: is that a green day reference in the title? yes, yes it is. also, i know it's not april lol but let's just pretend for a second that it is)
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
