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Thu, Jun. 21st, 2007, 09:53 pmChasing butterflies and red skies. He’s invisible, Not alive, Not feeling any of these punches and kicks, He’s cold dead on the bathroom where they found him, He’s so fragile so delicate. But if you play with fire its gonna burn you. "Gee never leave me," The younger brother clung to his elder with a death grip "Please never leave me again." He sobbed into the elders shoulder. It hurt to cry. In side and out, Scarred mentally and physically. "Mikes look I promise." The elder of the brothers was weary that if he touched him he hurt him, but hugged him non the less. It’s been 3 weeks since Gerard left his younger brother in high school by himself. Gerard had a strong passion for art and Mikey had a strong passion for well nothing yet but it was hard to think when your getting beaten up for having a gay older brother. But for Mikey Gerard wasn’t just his gay older brother he was his hero his saviour and his best friend. Frank rocked himself from his little brake down he had earlier. The one where he felt like he couldn’t do anything couldn’t nor do anything, that he was too short. He was 14. These ‘little breakdowns’ were becoming a habit and they were controlling himself and his social life. He locked himself in his room and rocked himself against the door knees hugged tight to his chest. After screaming at everyone and everything in the house after he burnt his arm by accident. He was a walking time bomb just little things. That burn was probably going to be another scar to add to his collection. Sun, Jan. 21st, 2007, 05:17 pmLike so YEAH! |
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