Lovely
I’ve got this brother.
He’s lovely.
Really is.
Especially when,
He looks me dead in the eyes
And his mouth turns up into a smile
And I see the twinkle in his eyes
When he tells me to kill myself.
But I promise you,
He’s lovely
Really is,
Especially when
He tells me to do those things.
Because,
He knows what’s best for me.
He knows exactly how I should do it,
And why I should do it
And when I should do it
And where I should do it.
He knows
What’s good for me.
Truly lovely
He is
Especially when
He says those things to me
And joins the chorus
Of the rest of these voices
Who are just as lovely as him
Inside my head
That push me closer and closer
Towards the edge.