I found a picture while surfing the web. A picture. You might think it can't hurt. But it can it hurt me. My brothers. My little baby brothers. My best friends. Now their just memories frozen in time. Broken pieces like my heart. I probably can't go one day without crying. I found a pictre of them. It broke me. I cried and to be honest I think it killed me a bit.....or a lot. They looked so big so much older then when I last saw them about 4 months ago. I missed my brothers first birthday that hurt. I'll miss more then their birthdays I'll miss them growing up. I left. I had to get away. But not from them from my mom. Too young, they would be too young to remember me. Or knw how much i cared. the oldest of the two brody who is 2 would wait at the door for me to come home to greet me with a big hug. They both called me mom. I dont know why but i guess it was because i was with them more then my mom. I sat with them for hours watching their favourite movies. I loved them. I have their pictures, they have my heart. I miss them. I guess i should have learned or not gotten close to them all my life everything i ever loved got taken away from me but they were the things that hurt. That could break me. I usually dont let people hurt me if they want to leave i will hold the door open. I dont chase after them. ive faced myself for goodbye because its all ive ever known. but i miss them anything that reminds me of them my heart starts to hurt and i choke up. i cry my heart dies and i let the pieces of me break i leave them where they fall theyre like a little trail each step of the road gets harder its always even hard.