He used to watch our back,
Teaches us everything he knows,
And be there for us.
He walked away from us by consuming a virus
And his mind...
Is like the hell that he can’t escape.
And he knows…
What happened to him?
He used to be a good brother to us
But he went to the wrong road.
So what happened,
What happened to him?
I’m sometimes afraid to around him,
Cause I will never know what happen to him next.
Like the day I saw him trying to open the death door
With the blood all over his shirt.
His mind…
Is like the hell that he can’t escape.
Does he know?
What happened to him?
He used to be a good brother to us
But he went to the wrong road.
So what happened,
What happened to him?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem