He's kicking in his casket. I can feel it. That chill you get down your arms and legs when you get uncontrollably angry, I felt it. I heard him screaming at the top of his lungs in frustration. And all of a sudden silence, moments later I feel sad and a pain shoots through my chest. He's crying. I feel water rush down my cheeks.
I lift my fingers to wipe the tears away but there's nothing, its dry .
Why are you sad big brother ?
Mommy tells me you're happy. She tells me you're in a better place . But are you ?
Why did you have to go so soon? So many questions run through my head feeling so heavy on my shoulders.
Everyone says that when someone who is suffering passes away they go with god, and the suffering is no more.
But on nights when I can't sleep, I feel him watching me in that dark corner in my room near my closet I can feel his pain and frustration. People think because he now lays 6 ft under all his problems went away and he is finally "happy now".
I, I am my brother's keeper.
There's days I sit at my desk staring out my window and I get a sudden rush of sadness, I look over to see my brother's beautiful smile. His dark brown eyes, the way he used to squint his eyes when he smiled hard enough. Memories from our childhood fill in my head and can't help but wish he was here.
But in a way he is because after all the happy thoughts I feel him bring me to the night it all ended.
BINABASA MO ANG
Let me out
RandomA boy, so young took his life. He desperately needed to get out this town he sadly called home. He took matters into his own hands. When nobody knew why he had done it, I came into play. I am my brother's keeper.
