The space where he laid in my heart feels empty. Like there was nothing there in the first place. I care for him and i wish he would come home. The amount of time i have put into telling people I'm not crazy, that I'm sane is uncountable. No one in this housing program understands what it means to lose something deep within your soul. His father could care less, and it makes me so angry that i wish i could do harm. But that wouldn't make it any better. I'd be in jail too if i hurt him. I wish that someone out there could save me from drowning in the sorrow i live in. If he was home, i would take care of him like my own child. No one is there for him. I'm the only family he has left. I need to be there for him, if i have stress it then i will. Nothing will stop me from taking care of him..My brother, my friend, my lover. I will do everything in my power to keep him alive. I won't ever let him feel like he's not good enough, because he's worth the world to me.
