My brother overdosed and died
I say it, and I write it... and it doesn't take away the pain. It's like a knife that's cut a hole in my chest, and I can't shake the thought of how I didn't even get to say goodbye.
As Brendan said, we knew him as "nannoo" not as "boots" like all his friends called him. God damn, even after everything, I still looked up to him. Things were hard, but he always had faith that there would be a better tomorrow.
The pain is raw. But almost like a dream. Nightmare. I can't believe this is happening.
I just want to sleep and it all go away.
Where is your god now?
Why are we left wondering why?
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