no, i wont cry the day my brother days. i'll lay in bed scratching out both my eyes.
im sorry mom, i know how hard you've tried. its best we moved on, this man is dead inside.
where do i sleep tonight? with ghosts etched in my mind, you got me through again, but i wont be coming home tonight.
where do i sleep tonight? i've lost my mind. you got me through again, but i wont be coming home tonight.
this concrete floor, my only resting place where i lay my head, before these empty graves. i dug for days.