'family' 'depression' 'brother'
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There is a place in my parent's backyard
Where the pyracantha curve towards the house
Spiky leaves press up against cream colored chipped siding
Dear Brother,
How many days have we both sat in silence
Doing nothing
Only minutes away yet a million miles apart
I am away at school
To try to change the world,
To make it a better place
And I feel as if I've learned a lot.
But what good would that do
If I cannot save you?
What can I do?
White Sunshine,
Red racing dark cars
Yellow fire hydrants
Old dirty money
Baseball cards on the dresser
A ball cap resting on the floor
Bed made by your mother
I have letters I never sent,
Words I could never say
From my life you were absent
When I think about it, my world turns grey
Those thoughts I resent.
