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  • Feb. 13th, 2009 at 10:29 PM

Baby brother, what are you

You’re screams aren’t human

I cry with you

Which is worse what makes you scream,

or watching you scream

It makes me scream too

I wish I could die every time you want to

Each breath is torture

What is it that hurts just tell me

I swear I’ll make it better if you’d only talk to me

Baby brother sweetest brother

Let me hold you

Let me sing until you stop

Let me break the pain I’ll take it all for you

Just ask me

Please ask me please speak

Talk to me, just don’t scream.

All that I know is that I need you

All I know is that I love you

All I want is to hear your voice

You want to hear it too

I watch you struggle, watch you fight

Is it even worth it

You couldn’t die even if you wanted to

Your own body rises in revolt against you

I watch it try to break you

And you rise above it.

You’ll never cry for what it does to you

So I cry for you, because I’m so weak next to you

I’m nothing next to you baby brother

Do you hate me?

I hate me

I hate me for hating you, for dreaming of being you

For wanting to be loved like you known like you

I am so weak, I bow before you and still crumble

Baby brother, let me understand

Let me share your pain

Let me take your hate

Let me bury them, and save you from them

I guess I’ll never know

What goes on inside your head

Do you want to understand me

As I want to understand you

Neither of us can run with the others

But we can’t run with each other

So instead we sit side by side and watch the ones we live

And when I live, you watch me

And when you live, I watch you

And we live together

And through each other

Deep inside I long to understand

You are the love for which I live,

You are the pain for which I burn

Are my sins responsible for your pain

Is this my fate, to hide in the dark and listen to you scream

Just tell me why you scream

Tell me why you hurt

Make me learn

Force me to

I want to

Know you

 


into the cracks

  • Jan. 17th, 2009 at 10:26 PM
please don't get mad at me, it's just a poem i wrote when i was in a bad mood about being the sibling of a child with special needs.

No one wants to fall in to the cracks

We all want to be known

So that even when they turn their backs,

We are still there.

I’m invisible to you

Because you don’t have the time to

 see me

And I scream and pull my hair

Look at me!

Calm down, can’t you see we’re busy

You’re fourteen really,

We don’t have time for this, for you.

And deep down I know it’s true,

Because I… am normal.

Average height average weight brown hair brown eyes tan skin

He isn’t

He is so tiny I could break him

And I seem so proud

I could do it on a whim

But I don’t because he owns me

As he owns her, and him and him and her and her and him

And all of them,

Because he isn’t normal.

Because he doesn’t talk or walk or sing.

Because, as they say, he’d give any thing to be like me

To be free

To fall between the cracks.

To have them turn their backs and to not see

As they don’t se me,

To be so blissfully average that no one remembers you.

They remember the drool

And they tell me I’m selfish

They tell me I’m a fool

Because I envy him

They adore him

And all I am is a sin

Of envy

Of wanting to be some on who wants to be me,

Because he is something wrong.

Something dark

What should not have been

But what could have been

And in her eyes I can see

She knows it.

And I know it

And I’ll be damned if I don’t hate my self for it.


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