My heart tears apart every time I watch him struggle for life. My heart grows heavy with pain every time I watch his tears glisten. I can't help but cry when I see his little sister trying to bring him back. My heart breaks every single time I watch her trying not to break. Every time he opens his eyes, I pray for him to notice us, his sisters, his family and his loved ones. Every time I visit him, I ask him to come back; I ask him to hold on and keep fighting. And every time I say that, my voice cracks along with the word 'brother.' And then, all the pain itself was poured on to paper and it was my subconscious that controlled it.