brother

when took your life I was just a kid
full of hope and free of sin
I didn't know life or death
I just seen the blood pumping from your wrist
now I often think of suicide
and is it the best way to fuckin die
a bottle pills a fuckin knife
I just really just self-loath and feel numb inside
i paint the walls inside my mind
black seperrate from the world outside
I'm all alone and Im dying inside
cant you hear me screaming when i die
alone black as night crawling in my hole its a desolate life
PTSD riddles my mind remembering all the bloody unhappy times
bullets leaving my past
recurrence suffer in time
for all of time trapped in my mind