time for the sad poem.

Honestly, I wrote this poem out of nowhere. It's written from the point of view of a person who lost a brother because he killed himself, because they were both victims of child abuse. I'm sorry if i have no writing talent.

He smiled,
ike nothing could go wrong,
He laughed,
as if life was his favorite song.

But inside, he suffered.
He was dying in there.
He couldn't breathe,
there wasn't enough air.

He could no longer survive this masquerade,
its not something he could take.
He could smile all he wants,
but his heart would still ache.

At home, the screams didn't stop,
the pain never seemed to end,
the scars didn't leave,
the skin wouldn't mend.

He wanted the end to come,
but it couldn't come quick enough,
so he took matters into his own hands,
his life was just too rough.

I knew his pain,
I've been there before.
Wanting to leave,
your cold dead body on the floor.

I wanted to tell him,
that he was worth keeping alive.
I wanted to at least try,
to help my brother survive.

I ran in,
and my heart almost stopped.
I could see from his hands,
there was blood that dropped.

His expression looked pained,
like he had been thinking sad things,
I think he was hoping,
he'd get a pair of wings.

He was hanging in the closet,
his wrists were all slit.
His life had already ended,
he just couldn't handle it.

Today I cry,
cause I'm all alone,
I have to be in this world,
all on my own.

I wrote a letter,
to my brother yesterday,
It's been three days,
since he passed away.

My parents drunkenly rejoiced,
their son was finally dead.
One less problem,
over their heads.

I knew they didnt want me either,
So I didn't stay,
I gathered my things,
and ran away.

I'm out on my own,
I'll make it through,
and do the things
he didnt have the chance to do.

"To my dear brother,"
my letter read,
"know why you left,
why you wanted to be dead.

This world was too rough,
life was too hard,
You hated it so much,
you were always en guarde.

Now I tell you my brother,
I've known your pain.
To think everyone's life was great,
but yours was just endless rain.

Life would have been good,
if you didnt go.
If you just stayed,
and waited for the rainbow.

But you're already gone,
so theres nothing I can do,
except stay on this earth,
and prove to you.

I'll make it through,
I've come this far.
I won't give up,
I'll keep fighting this war.

To protect other kids,
Whose parents beat them too.
I want to stop the suffering,
so they don't end up like you.

You gave up on life,
So I'll let them know,
this is not the way
that the next generation should go."

Child abuse is a big problem,
that needs to be solved,
so the standers-by,
please step in, get involved.

the end.