My Brother's Keeper


OCD and Depression

What do those words mean to you?

Do you think of happiness and power or constant hurting and woo?

These words infiltrate my life, so terribly so.

The pain creates a void that injures me blow for blow.

It is not I who directly suffer but indirectly is sometimes worse.

The sorrow my brother feels, I feel it harder like a curse.

Difficult to describe the terrible life that you've lived.

It pierces my soul to see how little I have to give.

Every scathing day, the hill only gets steeper.

The pain can never push me away, My Brother's Keeper.


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