nothings
We laughed and joked a lot
But I really don’t care now
another one of my brothers has been put down.
Another one of my brothers’ halo tried to be ripped from his
head.
It’s always been this way
Deep down we rummage around the thought that we are all too
afraid to share.
Hoping that our silence would dim its existence.
Who’s next?
listen closely, It’s not if happening again, it’s who’s next.
Which one of us will be in front of the flashes and the
cameras
Which one of us will be the next to stare down the white
tunnel of a Glock 22
Which one of my brothers is next?
So we laugh and joke about a bunch of nothings as we take
turns giving each other side fades
I try to fight the thought that it might be our last
band-aid heart
It hurts somewhere,
Aches and throbs
Those ones you get out of nowhere
It hurts all over
They stung different yesterday
I had nothing to think about but them
I’m not really good with these things
Do I let it be? What should I take?
Is it even supposed to hurt?
Because it hurts somewhere
It aches and throbs
I still don’t know where from,
So for now I’ll put a Band-Aid over my heart