But to entertain you: I had a younger brother who was born in sad shit/
Couldn't walk properly... because his heart was physically unstable/
And to say he could actually mutter a few words is a sickly-spun fable/
Our parents were too embarrassed to take him out in the public/
They left him at home alone a lot... so sad it made me want to cut wrists/
Easy for me to say... I never introduced him to my friends openly/
Didn't mean to do it, but one time, in brief anger, I pushed him coldly/
Fell to the floor and broke a leg; I couldn't apologize with words/
Jumped to his aid, but he bled bright crimson... a wrong sight, it hurt/
Rushed to the hospital by me when I had to call the hospital for aid/
My parents were out in a bar getting drunk; it's probable to say/
Doctor said it might take weeks just for him to fucking recover/
Couldn't communicate for him for a long time...unlucky to discover/
At age six, he was already blessed with a disease of loneliness/
But he still tried to impress me and appease; showed me shit/
Of pictures of us playing together after he had already returned home/
I loved him as a brother, but I couldn't speak to him... my hurt showed/
He couldn't talk so he stood there watching me there; curious without lies/
Questioning my brief sadness for him; he had such the purest, devout eyes/
Wanted him and us to have a secret place where we could hide out/
So I carried him deep into a forest and together, alone and secret, we lied down/
On the twilight grass and observed the dark skies above; it was silent/
But unnaturally comfortable... it felt perfect in our vault of heaven, I cried then/
Time passed like the seasons roll by... and as our parents died I began to realize/
The harsher realities of life; both of us sent to a foster home with Mrs. Hydes/
Had no pity or mercy on my brother's weakness and in anger, beat him/
He was eleven by then, but still without speech... she couldn't bring herself to see it/
I toughened as a person... hung out with the gangs and saw the horrors/
Of life, and me and my brother grew slowly apart... he was still the forest explorer/
Being more ashamed of him every day, I would rant on during my tantrums/
Embarrassed me in front of my new friends one time and from the woods I banned him/
My brother never seemed to understand my pain with his disability/
Still remembered those curious wide eyes... and lowered my hostility/
Promised him one night to take him down to the forest like old times/
We walked together, for he could walk a little, through the cold night/
Watched the stars for the last time... and then we heard a booming thunder/
Jumped up suddenly and watched rain pour on the woods' blooming wonder/
Didn't bring an umbrella that night so I decided we need to sprint back home/
Stood up and surveyed our path ahead of us; the rain like the ocean's sad foams/
Ran and ran until my legs burned like hell, but I couldn't stop now/
My brother wasn't far behind... I could hear his pants and I felt like being shot down/
I was that exhausted; kept sprinting as fast as my legs could take me/
Heard him fall to the ground behind me... but I thought he wasn't worth saving/
Moved forward with renewed vigor... all those times he made my life worse/
It was revenge now; my childish notions of fury pricked my side... it hurt/
Then, reality crashed upon me and I ran back like escaping from Satan/
Saw him crouched... blood stained his forehead like a funeral painting/
Reminded me of when I pushed him; fuck, God was sending me a message/
Tears poured from my eyes... I thought I would definitely die from the depression/
Looked up, the stars reflected in my pupils, and saw a weeping willow tree/
My dead brother against its trunk... leaning against it like a pillow, sleep.../
Broken-hearted... I knelt there for days; hunger was damn irrelevant/
Fuck my father... Fuck my mother... for never building ties, just severing them/
And why the hell did no God ever help me raise my precious brother?/
Screaming with anguish, I succumbed to the Devil in the rainstorm of summer/
Another story-telling rap/poem, but I added more multies in this one for practice.
FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED.
If anyone can name the story that influenced me, while writing this, I will give you a cookie.
