My Brother's Keeper

A day 

Numb without forgetfulness 

The very defintion of anxiety

The dead are lifeless

The ones to leave have departed

But yet you expect me to not have remorse or guilt towards you 

This feeling of being guilty just runs on and on 

As if I was living in hell for my sins that I have atoned for

Playing over unfailingly and watching you take your life with no regret

While I sit here breathlessly thinking about what I could've done to save you

The most miserable thing about guilt is that it's described in relation of a scar you carry on forever 

Guilt is the worse demon to carry 

Strangling you from the insde of the body out

Draining you and every valuable memory you have 

So many questions I want answered but it's too late

How could I let you slip through my fingers?

How can I let go of something when all I can do is think of saving the one person who needed me the most?

Did you even wanted to be saved big brother? 

Or did you think you didn't have nobody to vent to after all?

What little brother I am..