Tears streaming down your face,
Your closest friend slowly losing it all,
You've both got to the old stage,
All the moments you shared flicks between your fingertips from your diary.
Seeing them like that in the hospital hurts unlike no other,
What are you going to do after,
Lost.
Confused.
Angry.
Many many emotions blur your thoughts.
You can't help it,
Its normal,
But if death was a person you'd kill it so many times so it won't take your loved ones,
The once happy child now a grown adult laying in hospital with doctors all over the place,
The blue hospital gown like a sheet,
The hospital smell everyone hates,
The bland walls,
The beeps of the machine,
The depressed faces of each nurse.
What else can you do in order to save their life?
You would take your life willingly,
To save your other half your sibling,
Your bedtime story's shared, once a story always a story.
Your memories always a story to pass onto one another.
The best part of them will be like the holy books it gets passed onto each generation.
Your siblings death is unlike no other.
