As I realize. Here with nothing left. Withering my
very existence, A breathe and a heart beat is all that's left.
I pray for a reason, That I too may go. Here lonely though it
don't show. As Pretending I'm OK. One may see
The loneliness buried in me. Here alone, its only me.
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This Poem I wrote, Pertaining to how I Felt after finding my brother dead.