i miss him.

i was watching celebirty rehab with dr. drew and it msade me think of my brother.
idk where he is, what hes doing, how he his, and it i guess you can say stresses me alil.

i dont wanna show i care cause he doesnt care for eny of us, my mother, my father, my family in general.
it kills me. i ahte thinkin bout him i hate still caring for him. he stole my name plate that my mom struggled to buy me for my 15th birthday.

he stole over 1500 from my family. all for alcohol and bud. who the fuck does that. he had an option to stop smokin and drinkin get a job or get the fuck out. and he chose the streets. i hate thinkin bout it ccause i start to cry. i love my brother and i miss him alot. i seen him a month ago and he didnt even say hi, he shuved me away and kept it movin.

at bessy moms funeral i thought more of my brother than my mom. one day im scared he'll wind up dead ina ally.
all drugged up. im gladd ive stopped and im glad i wont end up like that. but deep down i want him back, i want him here with me like the old times. makin me laugh.