The Cycle

Too young to realize
Until your parent's have to explain
It was suicide
That took your brothers life

Lay awake at night
Try to fight the memories
The emotions always win
So you just give in
Hoping you'll forget
Until reality settles in

Thousand mile stare
Sleep for days straight
Finally pretending you're okay for
Your parent's sake

Left staring out the window 
Making excuses why he doesn't show
On every holiday
Why doesn't he pick up his phone?

You can't fight it any longer
He's really gone
Now all that's left is a grave
His name engraved in stone

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