OK everyone I'm back. I've been going through alot of stuff lately and this chapter just popped into my head. Please if you don't read any other Authors note please read this one. This chapter means a lot to me so please no rude comments (:
The poem in the story is called Rose and it's an original piece by me. I replaced She with He so it would fit the story!

Song: Two or Twenty by: Joel Faviere
Poem

Rose

Sometimes I kiss my scars
It's over with is this it?

"Ludwig I know you don't want to hear this but you have to believe me when I say it."

Sometimes I breathe in deep
Lungs close up, I wish you married me

"Gilbert's...Gilbert's suicidal Ludwig... Gilbert's suicidal and I'm afraid he's going to end his life."

Sometimes, I lay down give up everything
And then I think

"I found a box of knives and razors and lighters under his bed but I didn't think anything of it."

About you...
...You're so strong..

"It explains why he wears long sleeve shirts and hoodies and jeans all year long."

You were so...

"Lizzy why... why would he..."

Strong

"Bullies... He's always getting bullied in school because of his appearance. They're always calling him fat, disgusting, a monster... Ludwig do you know what Anorexia and Bulimia Nervosa is?"

It's been two years since we even talked

"He never told anyone what was going on... he hasn't really spoken to me... to anyone since his freshman year in highscool and that was two years ago... Oh god is that how long he's been suffering? Two years?"

But I still call hoping you'll pick up

"I'm his brother and I haven't even had a decent conversation with h-"
"Ludwig..."
"Eliza... maybe he was trying to tell me what was going on...every time he tried to talk to me I would tell him to go away... I always told him I was busy... I'm one of the problems..."

It kills me to know you took your life

"He's attempted suicide twice, I've seen the long scar on his wrist and when he took off his scarf I seen another on his neck"

No one even knows you are my star and sky

"That's my großer bruder! Why would he do something like that? He practically raised me! Why...why would he leave me?"

Drift away
I could lie and try to say that I'm the same

"Ludwig... Gilberts been self harming since 5th grade."

Don't watch me cry over your grave
I'll take a drink

"Ludwig don't cry... bitte..."

Maybe two or twenty

"Eliza how can I not! I could have helped him! I could have stopped him! Does he even know you know about his... problems?"

Your watching me kiss another on the face
I feel guilty though you aren't here I don`t dare to erase

"No he doesn't. He doesn't even know I'm here so keep your voice down."

I still pay for your phone so I can hear you speak
Hear you...

"I found his latest journal and there's a poem in here and I think you should read it. Bitte stop crying Ludwig, we can help him... It's not too late!"

He sits all alone with a rose in his hand
High on imagination, he didn't have a plan.

He sits all alone, drenched from the rain
The water masking his tears, bit it couldn't mask his pain.

He sits all alone
Begging to the gods
Screaming to the heavens
"Let the pain stop!"

He sits all alone, pulling at his hair
He's already giving up
Whispering "There's no room for me here."

He sits all alone
The rose in his hand
He twirls it between his fingers
He finally had a plan.

He sits all alone
With the rose towards his face
Smelling the sweet aroma
It lures him to sleep.

He sits all alone
But this story has a twist
The rose he was holding
Was a gun between his lips.

KLICK KLACK! BANG!

Drift away...

Bitte: Please
Bruder: Brother
Ludwig- 10th grade
Gilbert- 11th grade
Elizabeta-11th grade