After he left because of me it felt like my whole life was gone. My brain didn't function right. My skin felt like it was some sick costume I had been convinced to wear. Everything was wrong and people wanted me to explain it to them. Like it was a skinned knee that only needed Neosporin and a ban-aid and everything would be good as new. My brother took his life because he thought I was dead after my abusive parents had left me battered with bruises, bleeding and unresponsive in our garage, my brother thought i was dead, i wasn't. He took his life for me. This mess is all my fault. I shall remain unresponsive to anyone who tries to talk to me. A punishment to myself for what i did to my brother.
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