Little Brother.

I watched you grow.

I picked you up when you fell.

I masked the horrors our parents bestowed on us.

You are now a young man trying to find his purpose in life.

The path you have taken, little brother, is not the one of purpose.

It is one of demons.

Of hatred.

The faces of these friends you have are not your friends, they are mearly figments of your imagination.

When they leave you they take from you.

They keep taking until you have nothing left but your last breath.

I see the fear in your eyes.

The faces along the walls haunt you.

They don't stop talking do they?

They don't let you have one moment of piece and quite.

They keep on and keep on.

I wouldn't know unless I had been in your shoes.

Little brother, come home.

Come back to the loving family you once had before these friends.

Come back, before it is too late.

I will not burry my little brother, that is one promise I keep for myself and for you.

I love you little brother.