I look at your eyes.
Deep, blue, innocent
Your little blonde curls
Formed in a halo round your head.
My hand clasps round yours,
Warm, safe, protecting
Your little clammy fingers
Clamped safely in my hand
You are my little brother,
Cute, fun, playful
Someone that understands me
Someone I won't forget
And I hold your memory in my heart,
Day, night, day
But I'll never have the real you back,
You're safe now and I'm not.
And as the razor slips straight through my skin
The blood that runs is tears
And the tears, they hold my troubles.
Not my memories of you.
Because they'll stay with me forever,
In my mind you'll always be three.
You'll always be my brother,
The one that should have survived.
By Elly
This is how I feel for my little brother :'( I know Ishould have died in his place.