Sometimes I hurt and wonder why
What did I do to deserve this life
Does God hate me or is this game
The game of living, its all the same
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
But then again, thats what my brother said
Now he's gone, he pulled the trigger
I don't understand, who would figure
How could he go and leave us this way
Now I just take it day by day
He's now an Angel, watching over me
Keeping me going the way it has to be
He wants me to live to watch over mother
But oh how I wish, I still had my brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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