Happy Birthday xxx

❤️ You're Still So Missed, Especially at this time of the Year & Forever Loved....
❤️
Reunited with our special angels.. 

I wish upon a star ⭐

And I'll see you when I get called home to spend Yule with you all once again X XX
⛄☃️⛄☃️☃️⭐

(Not Yet Though- not embarrassed Reggie or my children enough )

"Part of our legacy will be telling our loved one’s story, the good and the bad. We are the truth bearers now, the ones who can keep their memories alive and bring a cautionary tale to others."

SADNGEORGIA

Last night I came to you in a dream
and although you didn't want it to end,
we had to part once more.
Will you do something for me?
When sleep finds you tonight and we meet
again in a place where life is so unreal;
know that we are truly together in spirit.
Forget the nonsense of happenings around
us and just feel my presence.
Understand that it is only my body that has died,
not me, not my soul, who I am.
I am with you, watching over you, guiding you.
I am alive...
I realize that it's not the same, the fact that you
are not able to reach out and touch me, hold me,
even kiss me like you once had, and for you, I
wish I could change all that... but I can't.
You see, for me nothing has changed between us,
but the fact that you no longer hear me the way
you use to, you no longer see me or feel me in a
way that you're familiar. My love for you hasn't
changed, but what has is my understanding of
life and self.
It's so beautiful here... I am happy and at peace.
It's more then you could ever dream. If you could
only feel how serene it all is.
Imagine for a moment standing in a sea of tall green
grass surrounded by wild flowers dancing with a breeze,
trees towering lazily above you swaying gently back
and forth while reaching upward toward a brilliant
blue sky. Imagine the sun so warm, so soft its touch,
so full of love filling you completely as you are one
with all that is and ever has been.
I feel no pain... I am happy and I know that I
am home.
Please do not be sad for me and know that I am
only... but a breath away.
With Love,
From Heaven

My Angel Star
You shine as my darkness falls,
every sunset is your call.
My angel star spreads it’s
Glistening light upon my painful path.
A gentle breeze parts swaying trees
To welcome in your healing light
And Glistening waters reflect your
Eternal heavenly glow upon my gaze
On cloudy nights you shine on bright
Even though your out of sight
On lonely nights I’ll stand and wait
For parting clouds to show you bright
Shine on my Angel in the sky
Throw your light and burn on bright
Every night I will surly wait
Until beside you I can shine a light — supporting StreetScene Addiction Recovery Ltd. with Kristie Townsend.

A Million Things ....

You were called an addict…

But you were a million other things.

You laughed and told jokes, you teased and smiled.

You cared and loved and hugged.

You played and studied and worked hard.

You cried and hurt and prayed.

You were called an addict…

But you were a million other things.

❤️

My brother understood me better than anyone else....

I think that he truly is the only person who did...

Robin losing you has been like losing part of myself ..

Five years ago my heart broke

Thankful for our shared memories .. our bond is beyond the physical .. and I am blessed to have that with you .... Xx

Love Lives On

Those we love remain with us
for love itself lives on,
and cherished memories never fade
because a loved one’s gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
far as long as there is memory,
they’ll live on in the heart.

writing this blog along with my journey through madness, I have learned that :

Addiction is not a moral failing.

Addicts need treatment, not prison.

Silence will kill our children.

As we speak more openly about our experiences we can help others who feel alone.

Naloxone should be readily available to everyone and in the hands of all first responders.

We are in this together folks.

Day by day, I think of you.
How can all of this be true?
I can't believe you're really gone;
I still can't accept it,
Even after so long.
Just the thought of you makes me cry.
I never even got the chance to say goodbye.
Every picture, every letter...
I don't know if it will ever get better.
I always smell your familiar scent.
It makes me think of all of the times we've spent.
I know we didn't always get along,
And every time we talked, it would always go wrong.
So many things I never got to say.
I never imagined you'd ever be so far away.
You were my brother,
And I loved you like no other..
In my heart you'll always be;
You'll be my guide and help me see.
I'll never forget your soothing voice.
I would take your place if I had a choice.
But now I have to let you rest,
Although without you my world's a mess.
I miss you with all of my heart.
I wish we never had to part.
I know you're always by my side,
So now I guess this is my goodbye.

Memories

My brother - Robin

Sunrise - 18th February 1976

Sunset - 2nd October 2016 ❤️

My memories are what I have left,
and a lesson I will not forget.

The time has come when time is no more
and all that's left was once before.

The memories so dear and true,
those memories of me and you.

Although we fell and stumbled at times,
all those hills were necessary climbs.

All the times when your heart shined through
are the greatest memories I have of you.

I will always remember you, brother of mine.
In my heart I will keep you, so I will be fine.

I will go forward with my head up high.
It might be hard, I cannot lie.

But in my heart you will be,
moving forward, you with me

As I light This candle to remember and celebrate your life, on your birthday.... I wish you were here for me to Tell you myself just how much we love you, and hug you tight XXX

Sleep, My Brother
By T. Hutchinson

I wish you sweet sleep, my brother dear.
Although there’s so much that you’ve left bare
I hate that you had to endure such pain
On my mind, your saddened eyes have left a stain.

I want to know what crossed your mind
Unspoken words you’ve left behind
Undone things we’ll never do
No sharing thoughts you never knew.

A peace has fallen upon your head
A taste of sorrow we have been fed
It really is like a hole in our lives
One swiftly dug but carved out by knives.

But I have hope that those sleeping will rise
The Bible says that God will open their eyes.
No suffering, sickness, yes not even pain,
Those who did good, eternal life they’ll gain.

So… sleep on my brother, sleep tight
For now with you the sky is night.
But after night will come daybreak
Therefore I will wait hoping to see you awake.

When she died, they said she went to heaven. I always forced a smile and choked out a thank you, but I've been thinking, and well, it's all bullshit. The truth is, she's gone…she isn't an angel or a ghost or anything. She's just a corpse, and no amount of pretty words intertwined with clever metaphors can change that. I hate to think about it; her trapped in a box lined with some cheap interior becoming a maggot's feast. But it's the cold truth. She isn't the person that I used to know. She doesn't exist.
I want to see her again. I want to knock the living shit out of her. I want to scream at her. I want to ask her what the fuck was she thinking. I want to beg and plead...'come back.' Please, god, come back. I've never been one to accept a lack of control. It kills me more than her pain killed her to know that I can't call her and tell her I miss her, tell her that she has no other option than to come home. That this time she didn't run away, disappear for a few days…this time she finally accomplished her mission to escape; and she's never coming home.

I had never

I was
Lost
Until I couldn't
Find
The path
I had wandered
Too far
From destiny
Slightly off course
Pulled like
A moth to flame
By
Rumors
On the
Southside
Of the border
Below the bar
Of still
Right
I fell and
This
Liquid
Flowing through my veins
Picked me up
It carried me
Home
By then I had
Strayed
Too far
Beyond the bend
I couldn’t even
See
That walkway
It was just
Too far
But with that
Friend
A new Friend
A brand
New
Idea
Revolutionary even
I got up
Stumbling through
The woods
Alone?
Utterly Alone
I realised my
Friend
Wasn’t my
Friend
Just a
Nameless
Face among
Dozen
Of others
I’d met
Then I heard a
Buzzing
It was in my
Ears and
Deep
In the cracks
Of my
Brain
A new friend
Of course
Something just
Out
Of the
Fire
How wonderful
He told me his name was
Heroin

❤️ ❤️
The Face of the Statistic
I saw an old friend today.
She'd aged 30 years
in the few she'd been away.
Her former glow is all but gone,
No spark behind her green eyes.
Little more than skin and bone.
Time takes us all for a ride,
And leaves the marks on us
To check our faith and pride
But the woman I saw was not
A victim of time, no,
Her fate has been hand-wrought
My heart is broken, I fought tears
While she stood there
Recounting addiction that had added those years
I saw an old friend today
That time and heroin have taken away.
She says she's clean,
Trying to get her shit together.
Her face is skeletal,
The track-marks got her arms like leather.
But she says she's better.
It's hard, but she's better.
She just needs a break,
And if the world will let her
A chance to come back,
A chance to start over,
She says she's clean again,
She tells me she loves me,
And that last part is the straw
That breaks my emotional back,
And the pain in my chest
Feels like a heart attack
And I hugged her as if
I'd never see her again.
And begged any God that would listen
To prove me wrong

PART OF ME DIED TOO…. 

#addiction #suicide #loss #grief

Part of me died too.
It's been four years since he died,
I don't think about him everyday,
he comes back in flashes and I can almost hear him laugh,
and it gets hard to hold the tears but I do anyway,
I stop, close my eyes, take a deep breath and continue with my life.
It's not just missing him that hurts,
I think what keeps me sane is that the last thing I told him was
"'I'm so proud of you and I love you, see you in soon"
But what makes me mad is that right now is October, and that promise fell through.
There's this logic part of me that knows it was not my fault,
that reminds me he was sick,
that he was trying his best, that he was trying to stop,
until one day he stoped everything, once and for all.
There's this other part that keeps wondering what if?
What if I had called him randomly?
What if instead of October it had been May?
What if I had asked again how he was doing?
And what hurts the most, I think, is that I'm an addict, just like he was; I deal with life and death and pain, and I couldn't cure the pain he was feeling inside.
And I don't know if he knows that he took a part of all of us,
that killing himself killed us too.
But even when I hold back the tears because he is gone, I can't hold back the smile because he was part of my life,
and I guess that would've made him happy.


**Trigger Warning **
#suicideprevention #raiseawareness #endstigma #myjourneythroughmadness

Did you know?
❤️
Did you know
That life would end like this?
Did you know
You were killing yourself ever so slowly?
Did you know
We all knew your pain you couldn't even see?
Did you know
in the last moments of silence
the pain you'd leave
Did you know
you where going to die that night, as you slowly lost control
Did you ever see
your choices weren't killing just you, but also me?
Did you know,
you where a special brother to me?
Did you know
as we lowered you into the ground that that night was the last you'd see?

On World Suicide Prevention Day 2020 I light a candle in memory of our beautiful Mummy Sylvia Ledwith (27/09/1951-17/06/1981) and my beloved brother Robin Ali (18/02/1976-02/10/2016) Reunited in the arms of their special angels. Rest in eternal peace, you are both forever missed and always remembered. Kristie xx
#robinsappearwhenlovedonesarenear

Sending Love and comfort in support of Kristie in her mourning and pain. So much love to you I’m so sorry for your loss.
Amy Hall
USA

❤❤
I wonder what our topics of conversation would have been about, if you were here Robin Lcfc Ali ? ❤ I still have so much to tell you ... like I love you, I miss you and I really could do with a brother hug tonight ❤❤
Wishing on a star. ... and hoping that Christmastime is beyond magickal wherever you may be ❤❤ Robin Ali Kristie Townsend Kristie Townsend ❤❤❤

❤️ I miss you ❤️

Happy birthday babe x forever remembered always missed x

Never a day goes by that you are not rememebered

A tribute to your kindness
In words is not enough
To tell of your caring
For me and others is wasting time
To a dear brother of mine
To bridge a gap so wide
As to let me into your heart
When I don’t even know mine
This tribute to you
My brother
My friend
My family
In love you conquer hate
And within these ugly times
You conquer them with beauty
This tribute to my brother ends
But always will remain true

None lives for ever, brother, and
nothing lasts for long. Keep that in
mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden,
our path is not the one long
journey.
One sole poet has not to sing one
aged song.
The flower fades and dies; but he
who wears the flower has not to
mourn for it for ever.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There must come a full pause to
weave perfection into music.
Life droops toward its sunset to be
drowned in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its play
to drink sorrow and be borne to the
heaven of tears.
Brother, keep that in min and
rejoice.
We hasten to gather our flowers lest
they are plundered by the passing
winds.
It quickens our blood and brightens
our eyes to snatch kisses that would
vanish if we delayed.
Our life is eager, our desires are keen,
for time tolls the bell of parting.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There is not time for us to clasp a
thing and crush it and fling it away to
the dust.
The hours trip rapidly away, hiding
their dreams in their skirts.
Our life is short; it yields but a
few days for love.
Were it for work and drudgery it
would be endlessly long.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
Beauty is sweet to us, because she
dances to the same fleeting tune with
our lives.
Knowledge is precious to us, because
we shall never have time to
complete it.
All is done and finished in the eternal
Heaven.
But earth's flowers of illusion are
kept eternally fresh by death.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
Rabindranath Tagore

His Journey’s Just Begun
By Ellen Brenneman

Don’t think of him as gone away
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.

Dear Dad .....

You are so loved... 

Reunited with your special angels xxx

Forever your loving daughter xxx

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBIN. YOU ARE SO VERY MISSED AND LOVED XXX

From within the circle, we talk about the past, I hear cries for fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters and friendships we thought would last.
And we ache for the arms of a loved one of a time too short lived and of questions left more piercing than a knife. Oh, the questions come hauntingly, pressing your mind, when a loved one takes their own life.
In the Circle I dare reach out my hand.
In the Circle help me see there's a plan for me.
And my story becomes yours as we struggle through the pain.
In the Circle, we remember their names. We have daydreams of the future about how we thought it might be, with regrets of conversations that might have been the key.
We are angry and confused as we struggle for our breath. Our hearts cry out in anger in what has been labeled a senseless death.
We have good days and bad days, and without a trace, in the circle, tears and smiles meet as we gather strength together.
Sons and daughters, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and friendships felt deep in our souls, memories and moments left clinging to us, and questions of how to let go.

Email from Tessa at Streetscene....

Dear Kristie

I'm so sorry not to have replied sooner, I was on leave.

Thank you for your email, what you have done is amazing, and I love the
sites, so many memories of Robin came back seeing some of those pictures. He
was such a lovely man, and everyone who met him loved him. I think you'd be
surprised by how often his name still comes into conversation. His going so
young is a tragedy. Our love and prayers go out to you still.

Raising awareness is so important, people don't realise or understand how
devastating all this is unless they go through it, or have it brought to
their attention by someone like you who has been there. I wish you all the
very best. Thank you for all you do. Raising awareness can save lives.

All the very best to you.

Tessa

I can't stop thinking of you
The things we used to do
The secrets we once shared
I'll always find them there
In my memories

But this heartache isn't going anywhere
In the public eye I act like I don't care
When there's no one watching me
I'm crying

I will always have you
Inside of me
Even though you're gone
Love still carries on
Love
Inside of me

I keep a picture of you
Next to my bed at night
And when I wake up scared
I know I'll find you there
Watching over me

When my world seems to crumble all around
And foolish people try to bring me down
I just think of your smiling face and
I'm flying

I will always have you
Inside of me
Even though you're gone
Love still carries on
Love
Inside of me

You'll always be
Inside of my heart
Inside of me

When my world seems to crumble all around
And foolish people try to bring me down
I just think of your smiling face and
I'm flying

I will always have you
Inside of me
Even though you're gone
Love still carries on
Love
Inside of me

I will always have you
Inside of me
Even though you're gone
Love still carries on
Love
Still carries on

I will always feel you
You'll always be
Inside of my heart
I'll always have you
Inside of me
I will always have you

A year since you left....
My heart still breaks. .....
My tears still fall....
I miss you bro ....

Always xxx

"I'll cry with you,"
she whispered
"until we run out of tears.
Even if it's forever.
We'll do it together."

There it was . . . a simple
promise of connection.

The loving alliance of
grief and hope that
blesses both our breaking
apart and our coming
together again.

(Molly Fumia, Safe Passage)

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied”

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied 
Who told me time would ease me of my pain! 
I miss him in the weeping of the rain; 
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side, 
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; 
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. 
There are a hundred places where I fear 
To go,—so with his memory they brim. 
And entering with relief some quiet place 
Where never fell his foot or shone his face 
I say, “There is no memory of him here!” 
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

ON LOSS AND FINDING HEALING – A POEM

All things beautiful

Darkness strikes.

We recoil in fear, pain.

Loss and grief threaten to pull us under as clouds, thick and impenetrable, envelope our being.

Time, they say. Time is what you need.

Time will heal.

Time heals all wounds.

But time passes, and though pain becomes dull, it remains.

In the depths it remains, hidden––poison to the soul.

Anger turns bitter.

Bitterness rages within, undetected by the eye but known.

Deep within.

We cry out, desperately seeking solace––something to ease our hurt, but find nothing.

Nothing eases the broken.

The bed left empty.

The voice forever silenced.

Laughter nevermore to be heard.

And we wonder, can hearts broken mend?

Years pass.

Still, time has not done its duty.

Greater darkness descends, as hope escapes.

Desperation calls out to a God it does not know.

A God that will not answer or will not care, we fear.

And we grapple with truth.

Wrestle with the realities of life and death––beauty and loss––seeking truth from our Maker.

Darkness begins to recede.

Slowly, ever so slowly, we begin to see light.

A faint glimmer in the distance––at first––shining, beckoning, “come.” Come to Me.

And in desperation, we go.

We fall into loving arms and weep, releasing all within.

Plucked from the fire, grace covers.

Joy builds.

Life finds beauty in the ugly, the pain, as God works in all things.

And truth reveals time’s failure.

Time was never meant heal.

For healing comes from only One

My memories are what I have left,
and a lesson I will not forget.

The time has come when time is no more
and all that's left was once before.

The memories so dear and true,
those memories of me and you.

Although we fell and stumbled at times,
all those hills were necessary climbs.

All the times when your heart shined through,
Are the greatest memories I have of you.

I will always remember you, brother of mine
in my heart I will keep you, so I will be fine.

I will go forward with my head up high,
it might be hard, I cannot lie.

But in my heart you will be,
moving forward, you with me

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In Memory of You

I find an old photograph 
and see your smile. 
As I feel your presence anew, 
I am filled with warmth 
and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card 
sent many years ago 
during a time of turmoil and confusion. 
The soothing words written then 
still caress my spirit 
and bring me peace.

I remember who you used to be 
the laughter we shared 
and wonder what you have become. 
Where are you now, 
Where did you go, 
When the body is left behind 
and the spirit is released to fly?

Perhaps you are the morning bird 
singing joyfully at sunrise, 
or the butterfly that dances 
so carelessly on the breeze 
or the rainbow of colours 
that brightens a stormy sky 
or the fingers of afternoon mist 
delicately reaching over the mountains 
or the final few rays of the setting sun 
lighting up the skies 
edging the clouds with a magical glow.

I miss your being 
but I feel your presence, 
In whatever form you choose to take, 
however you now choose to be.

Your spirit has become for me 
a guardian angel on high 
guiding, advising, and watching over me.

I remember you. 
You are with me 
and I am not afraid.

The Circle

From within the circle, we talk about the past, I hear cries for fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters and friendships we thought would last.

And we ache for the arms of a loved one of a time too short lived and of questions left more piercing than a knife. Oh, the questions come hauntingly, pressing your mind, when a loved one takes their own life.

In the Circle I dare reach out my hand.
In the Circle help me see there's a plan for me.

And my story becomes yours as we struggle through the pain.
In the Circle, we remember their names. We have daydreams of the future about how we thought it might be, with regrets of conversations that might have been the key.

We are angry and confused as we struggle for our breath. Our hearts cry out in anger in what has been labeled a senseless death.

We have good days and bad days, and without a trace, in the circle, tears and smiles meet as we gather strength together.
Sons and daughters, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and friendships felt deep in our souls, memories and moments left clinging to us, and questions of how to let go.

I am still filled with conflicting emotions that I thought I should have been used to by now.
Once in a while I get hit by a gut wrenching feeling that knocks the wind out of me. Out of nowhere a torrent of feelings filled with never ending tears and sorrow fill my eyes and my entire being.
I thought that by now I would have gotten used to the ups and downs of loosing you. But I guess there is no getting used to that. This is my norm now, my reality and I need to accept it.
You are ever so present in everything that I am doing, but once in a while and out of nowhere I see myself gazing deeply into myself and wandering about you.
Emotions on top of many unresolved emotions keep on piling up, pressing me, dwarfing me, drowning me, making me seem so small, so insignificant.
Emotions that are demanding a lot of me but nothing seems to work. Taking their toll on me and our loved ones.
Emotions... how much I hate you and how much I need you.
Emotions... please leave alone. Stop bothering me. Let me enjoy my Bro's beautiful memories without breaking down.
Emotions... please stay with me. Keep me company. Keep on knocking me down. Keep on reminding me of how I miss my beautiful brother.
Emotions... how much I need you and how much I loathe you.
I love you Bro. Every single beautiful emotion that I have is for you and every single bad emotion is a reminder of how much I miss you and I need you.
Please help me Robin Lcfc Ali Robin Ali to channel my emotions in the right way. In a way that will help me preserve your beautiful memory from now until eternity.
I love you with all of my emotions.

A Silent Tear
(Author Unknown)

Just close your eyes and you will see
All the memories that you have of me
Just sit and relax and you will find
I'm really still there inside your mind


Don’t cry for me now I'm gone
For I am in the land of song
There is no pain, there is no fear
So dry away that silent tear


Don’t think of me in the dark and cold
For here I am, no longer old
I'm in that place that’s filled with love
Known to you all, as "up above"

In Memory of My Brother

So much sorrow,
with infinite pain,
The emotions inside,
I could never explain.

My brother has left,
as I stand here and cry.
My burning tears,
are asking me why.

I'll cherish those memories,
both of us shared.
He was a person,
that genuinely cared.

I miss him so much,
just can't say goodbye,
I know he'd want me,
to keep my head up real high.

I loved him so much,
my brother and dear friend,
I wish I could wake,
and this nightmare would end.

But now I must let him,
just rest in peace
His memory and image,
I shall never release.

So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me

I will wait for you...
I will wait for you...
Though we never had a chance to say goodbye,
Remember me...
When winter snows are falling through a quiet sky
I'll remember you
When, in our darkest hour,
You held my hand and prayed I wouldn't go,
But a silent voice called out to me;
My time had come, and I had to travel Home...

Since then, I know your life has never been the same,
For I visit you each day:
So many times I've felt your pain:
I've watched you cry:
And I've heard you call my name...

But now, further along life's road I stand
In a timeless world, just beyond your sight,
Waiting for the day when I can take your hand and bring you across
to this land of Golden Light...

Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not to cry.
But if you do:
Let your tears fall
For the happiness and joy we knew,
And for the special love we shared,
For love can never die.

Stephen O'Brien

One Sweet Day"

Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say
And now it's too late to hold you
'Cause you've flown away
So far away

Never had I imagined
Living without your smile
Feeling and knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive
Alive

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And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day

Darling I never showed you
Assumed you'd always be there
I took your presence for granted
But I always cared
And I miss the love we shared

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Although the sun will never shine the same again
I'll always look to a brighter day
Lord I know when I lay me down to sleep
You will always listen as I pray

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Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say

Secret Tears
Tears cascade through me in secret
I don't want you to see
how very much your pain and suffering
is taking a toll on me.

I hear your cries of agony as pain
wrecks havoc on all of you
and my heart, my whole body reacts
and it seems the pain hits me hard too.

I've begged, I've pleaded and asked the angels
to just reach down and touch your soul
hoping that their angelic touch from above
will help your pain, your misery to just let loose, just go

But even when you have moments so brief
whenever you're not in horrific pain
and we both try to rejoice and exalt in the relief,
the pain finds its way back again

So this leaves me in tears of agony of my own within
for watching you suffer and seeing your fear
is like watching you drown in a murky lake
when no one else is anywhere near--

But I cannot give up, I will NOT leave you
no matter how bad it gets, my dear bro
I'm right here next to you crying my secret tears
that I hope you can't see as your pain (and mine) continues to grow

Perhaps, before I was born, I was told about you.
How you'd both come to be.

Perhaps, a deity sat me down and said - if you wish, you can bear their suffering.
And I must have said yes.

Perhaps you'll never know just how much I'd do for you, and how like my sadness, my love is endless