I Can't Live Without Him.

Life. Life. Life.

What is life without purpose?

Is it a belief that we make surface?

An object we can purchase?

Someone who’s our fortune?

Is it a Prize?

No, it’s something people don’t realize.

It’s not obvious, it’s disguised.

Behind a wall of lies.

It’s the idea behind,

The thing that helps us survive.

For me, it’s my little Brother.

There can never be another.

He helped me catch my breath,

When I was about to fall to the clutches of death.

He was born into this world.

He was hurled my way.

He helped me realize,

He kept me alive.

I was in the darkness.

From people who were heartless.

The others gave me pain.

For their own personal gain.

I was tired after years.

Of living in constant fear.

I wanted to escape,

Before my body was surrounded by yellow tape.

I stopped myself because of him

His light made me feel brim.

He saved me.

He amazed me.

He helped me survive.

And that’s when I realized.

That I can’t stabilize.

Without him.