I keep walking, even though I have lost all will to move,
I dont feel like living, or breathing, all I feel is solitude.
I used to have a mission, but now I am so defeated,
my flags have been lowerd, and my troops have retreated.
I can still hear your voice calling from down the hall,
its the ghost of you memory, your death has shocked us all.
So I lay around in darkness like I dont remember how to get out of bed,
I clinch my blankets in horror, the images of you hanging will not leave my head.
I dont know how to do any of the things that I love,
I face a wall of misery, as I try to rise above.
I never would have thought my brothers ashes would be in my room,
I wish I could have helped you, from your world of gloom.
So I face the flood of emotions, There is no use trying to hide,
Its way to fucking hard, when your brother commits suicide.