Bloody Sweater
She lies there motionless for hours, looking at the pale walls,that seemed to dance with colors, but not now.
She breathes lightly, besides that, it's silent.
She holds the sweater of her brother. Dripping in blood.
That girl knows what happened to him. He died. He killed myself.
"Why, why would you do such a thing?" She asked the bloody sweater.
She hears no reply.
"Your life was great, nothing went wrong." She whispered.
That girl wasn't certain. She already knew the answer.
There is a lot of things she didn't know about him.
Now as this girl that has lost a loved one sits there and cries, she thinks.
"He didn't even to get to know himself." They were always locked up in cages. Well, that's how it seemed.
At her brother's funeral, she wore the bloody sweater, and whispered to it.
She never did wash it, for her brother still lived inside of it.
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