DIEING

I think I learned to live when I was going to die. When I had nothing to live for and was ready to leave this world of distruction. Of pain. Of heartless people. Then my little brother walked in to see if I was ok. The only person in the world who still smiled at me. I didn't want to leave a bloody mess for him. I didn't want him to suffer for the love he had for me for the light he saw in me. I was going to live for him. That was all. God knows when to hit. Its always a perfect moment. The love in his eyes the worry for me?  What? Who could love a freak? If someone as beautiful and pure as him would then I guess there must be something outthere I still didn't understand and guess what? I was right and I found it :)