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I muffle my screams 

In my dirty old pillow

Every night before I sleep.

My hair pulled back in a messy bun

So tired of everything 

Exhausted from fighting 

My choice of weapon 

Is a pen and pad

It’s silent.

I don’t think people even hear my words

I lay there still on 

My spring 

Broken mattress 

With the pillow 

Shoved tight to 

My face 

Letting out silent screams.

I’ve finished writing 

What I wish would 

Will be my last words.

I keep on fighting 

To shield my brother 

To protect what means most to me.

I don’t get that right to 

Let anyone see my tears. 

I’m a warrior for my brother.

I don’t think he realizes it though. 

That’s ok I’ll keep on writing.

He’ll see it all someday.

When my hands won’t hold 

My weapon. And my brain won’t 

Write and dance.

My body will fade to dust.

But my brother will finally 

See each battle 

I’ve won and lost. 

As I stood in front of 

Him, protecting him with all my 

Might.

But for now I’ll scream 

Into my dirty old pillow.