Some nights your old voice is like a whisper
Other nights your old voice is a deep growl
With time I hear it less and less, it's fading
But I can't just let bygones be bygones
When it was your fighting words
That nursed me to sleep with tears every night
My fragile 8th grade mind couldn't comprehend
What it means to have a mentally ill brother
B       I        P       O        L        A        R.
That voice I hear will never fully f a  d   e.