Empathy
my little brother feels closest to me because i “understand how he feels” that we’re alike in that way god i hope that isn’t true i hope he doesn’t feel like a volcano about to erupt if spoken to in the wrong tone instead i imagine he feels like the ocean after a storm has passed he looks up to me which i love and i hate i love that he looks at me in awe and not disgust but i hate the pressure put on me to do better for him especially when i should do better for me i love my little brother, don’t get me wrong i would take a bullet for him if i had too but my fear is he’d want it to hit him instead that he’d hate me forever for taking away his chance at something he doesn’t have the courage to do himself it’s funny how easy it is to romanticize the sadness in the world but pretty words pair well with depressive ones i wonder if that’s why he “feels like me” if his positive experiences are all tainted by the devil sat like a king inside his mind destroying his thoughts and ruli
