Room 520

I’m searching for a helping hand
Extended out to me on the days when I’m low as sand
Today I was faced with the fact that I might lose my fam
Brother in ICU
His life hanging by a strand

7 years in prison
You’d think we would of changed
Unconscious on the floor with meth and cocaine in his veins
I guess it’s true what they say
People always stay the same
But he’s just like me looking for a way to ease the pain

I’m hurt and I don’t want to show it
The last time my heart was this broken
Was the moment when my mom was stolen
Losing control of my stupid emotions

Wishing my brother would open his eyes
Realize that now is not close to his time
You told me “I love all the shit that you write.”
In your last text to me but I failed to reply

Holding your hand as you took your last breath
A feeling and image I’ll never forget
Can’t get the pictures of you out my head
Unable to accept that my brother is dead

Why do I feel like a ship about to sink?
Bro we just got you back out of the Clink
I would just like to say fuck the police
They are the reason that you are deceased

Where is the peace in the book of my story?
Stuck trying to find myself
Lost like I’m Dory
My heart has been torn
My eyes won’t stop pouring
Wishing I wouldn’t wake up the next morning

I wasn’t ready but I guess it’s time to say goodbye
I love you Eddie
Please tell momma that I said “hi”’

Eddie: “I will be, not to be, because that is the verbs of questions. I am the reason why, you live or die.”

March 21, 1985 - September 11, 2017