My big brother told me to be strong, he said he loved me that I belonged
I wish to see him one more day, he had to go to runaway
He told me one night as he put me to bed, that the demons were calling inside his head
He gave me one thing, a kiss goodnight, he was my hero, my shining knight
He told me "I love you be brave and be strong, but like all superheroes I don't belong"
He told me it was his time to fly away, so he let go of the rope and he died that day
He was my hero, my shining knight, now all I have left is that kiss goodnight.
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Broken.
PoetryAll my poetry. I have not stolen these from anyone. I get my inspiration to write these from school, people who hurt me and my emotions. Please vote and add if you like my poetry. There will be short stories of people too but names will be changed...
