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[Sep. 6th, 2006|01:35 am] |
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I hate to be weak. But sometimes, things just become overwhelming. August 9th I had lost my brother. Not in death. He ran from home. I know that in 3 days time, I will not have had a converstation with him for a month. He ran away because of the mentally abusive lifestyle we live in. I miss him sooooo much that it hurts. I cry every day and just want to hold him. I want to hear him play his guitar and sing. He tought me how to play the opening theme to Silent Hill on the guitar... I try to ignore it, but memories of his face when he was 6 and seven years old keep coming to mind and I cry again. I would go and see him, but I am afraid that he wants nothing to do with me or anyone in our family...Not that I did anything to him, he's ignoring all of us and I don't know why he is doing this to me. Did I hurt him? what am I going to do? |
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