Drug Addict

Rest in peace big brother.

Needles filled with heroin piercing through his damaged skin. Barley able to breath in the surrounding air nor the environment. His bones has weaken his tears have faded his skin burned his strength gone, his mind an soul lost. No more color to his skin nor to his sarcastic fake a*s smile. He ain't the person he use to be, he's too far gone, too far lost to even be saved, it's too late to cry tears an pray to your God to keep him alive. I mean he was unwanted, unloved, abused by everyone who came in his path except me. His face has became missing from my memories, his spirit is no longer present within photos or in any places. He's only better because he's finally gone.

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[Gin]

With a few fix ups here and there (Unnecessary words, grammar check), I think this poem is great. Sorry for the loss of your brother btw.