Past And Present Me

Looking at my self in a mirror seeing the bruses and marks was I always this broken was I always this lost?

I rember the me when my brother was alive so happy and care free even though I was covered in bruses and scars .

I saw the good in everything way back then but now I only see a nightmare never ending.

I use to cry way back then but I always had my brother by my side .

He would hold me untill the pain went away he was there for me when no one was .

But some years later I have no one .

I stand here looking at my self wondering why when I scream and cry no one hears the sound .

When my brother died thats when the light in me died as will .

I stoped careing what happens to me .

I stand here looking in the mirror at the broken me that is covered in bruses and marks left by another and the only thing I can think of is when will this nightmare be over .........