Dear Brother

Would it have been me?

If I came before you.

Would you have lived?

Like you were supposed to.

I ask myself

Over and over again

Searching for answers

Perhaps I'll never find.

Breathe.

Breathe.

I remind myself.

Once.

Twice.

A few times more.

But I can't.

It hurts.

It hurts so bad.

The ache in my chest

Getting worse

Day by day.

They told me

They promised me

It would get better.

That I need to give it

Some more time.

But it doesn't.

I miss you

More and more.

Everyday.

With every breath I take.

They shouldn't have told me.

I was just a kid.

It's so hard to be

The one who lived.