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The Aftermath

April 26, 2011
By Anonymous

I go home, and
It is quiet.
My dad just stares
And my mom’s cheeks are wet.

Everything is different.
Everything is still.
Looking around
My emotions deny my will.

I knew he had problems.
I didn’t know how many.
He got hooked,
Then he got trippy.

It wasn’t right.
He hadn’t known.
He made a mistake,
Then he got blown.

Now I can remember.
Now I can feel.
I look around, and
The world begins to reel.

Why does it hurt?
We weren’t even close.
Still it is cold
For my heart has froze.

I try to be tough, and
To be strong.
My friends don’t know it, but
I dread the dawn.

I don’t want to come, and
See your pity.
All I want is
To just be.

When I see you
I force a laugh.
However, I walk around
With my soul in half.

At school,
I see and hear.
But nothing reaches my head
I fear.

Traveling in a rut
I go.
Not seeing
Just walking with the flow.

I fear I am lost
For I wander.
Searching everywhere
For my brother.


The author's comments:
Last year, my friends brother shot himself after he smoked some weed. Turns out, someone had messed with it. They added LSD or something. He thought there was something crawling on him, so he found the gun, and tried to shoot it off. He died. I wrote this for him and his family.

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