We Can Work It Out Poem by Chris Todd, Jr.

I feel my world,
Crumbling all around me,
Life has no meaning now,
Just a numb void,
I feel so hollow inside,
Part of me,
Has died away,
I can’t even look away,
Or escape from,
The filth that surrounds me,
My own brother,
Doesn’t care if I live,
Or if I die,
Thinks I’m better off,
6 feet under,
Every day he tells me,
Even though I try too,
Help him in his life,
His choice was made,
And no one else matters,
But him,
So he turned away,
Betrayed,
It feels like,
I’ve gone to the land,
Of no return,
Everything I’ve done,
Gone to waste,
Worthless,
Wasted,
Empty,
I am nothing to you,
But a mere indiscretion,
That’s ruined your fun,
And destroyed your life,
I’m not the problem,
Nor was I ever,
Yourself is to blame,
You deserve everything,
That you’ve received,
I feel no shame
That you think this is a prison,
And that no one loves you,
Because as far as the eye can see,
Both are wrong by my accounts,
I’ll always love you,
Even if you never love me,
I’m glad there is always hope,
That we can make it right…