The More I Try Poem by Poetess Of the night

The black velvet darkness hides these silver rivers of tears-giving everything while know he will find something wrong with what I've done.

Dreams turn into a silent
Moment of freedom.
As the early morning breeze
Dances over these eyelids, my heart wilts like a dying rose.

They ask me the same questions, why stand by
Him when he's anything but nice to you? , why have you
Not cut him off yet? .

Those questions open the flood gates of excuses it's his mental health disorder, that does this
It's just a bad day, the storm will pass just like always.

The more I try to stand by my brother the more I wonder,
Does he really care or am I just losing myself day by day? A cold fear sets in.

Was I a fool for making a promise to our mother before she died that I would stand by him, to the best of my ability,
Was I stupid for doing this? .