What's Life?

My brother he always told me that I should

stop looking so sad. That I'm too young to be acting

this way. 

He told me that life is a blessing, and we should

enjoy it while we can. 

He worked his a*s off just to make me smile a little bit. 

He didn't know that I saw the cuts, 

he didn't know that I heard him cry.

I'm too young to be feeling this old. 

I'm too young to go out into the world alone.

Now he's gone, he's a memory and nothing else. 

And now, it's just me. 

My mother she always told me how it was going

to end. That I would never make it past 15. 

She always told me that someday it would be over. 

She always told me that I would die.

Now who do I believe? 

My lying brother or a mother that doesn't know anything?

Author's Note

This is so bad