A life full of nothing
Means nothing to anyone

They think I'm just wasted
A waste of human life

Maybe it's true
But who even cares

They convinced me
That I was only a waste

One night I decided
To end myself

A second after I was ready
My brother walked in
He said 'Please don't do it'

I couldn't bring myself to understand
How he knew
But he did

After a few seconds he said
'How could you do it?'
And 'I love you, please, don't do it.'

I felt horrible
Even though everyone else seems to hate me
And believes I'm wasted

He doesn't, and he never did
My little brother standing in the doorway
At midnight, crying
Kept repeating, 'Don't do it.'

He walked in and sat with me
I threw my weapon out the window
And gave him a hug

He stayed in my room until I fell asleep
He even stayed through the night

As soon as I woke up
I realized I am not wasted

I also realized
That what I almost did was selfish

And I still couldn't figure out how he knew
He's only six years old . . .