You Killed My Brother — My Innocent Boy”

“You Killed My Brother — My Innocent Boy”

You killed my brother. My innocent boy.

I can barely put into words what this feels like. He wasn’t just a statistic, another name in a headline, or a number in the count of bodies this city seems to bury without justice. He was mine. My blood. My family. My friend. My brother.

And now he’s gone — forever — because of senseless violence. Because someone thought they had the right to take a life. Because this city keeps failing us.

I hate this place for what it let happen.

This will never be okay. Nothing about this will ever be okay. There’s no peace in a world that lets a kind, good, innocent soul like his be taken away while the people who did it breathe like nothing happened. There’s no safety in a city that forgets our names as fast as they bleed.

You didn’t just kill him. You killed birthdays and laughs and hugs. You killed memories we hadn’t made yet. You stole futures. And you left me, and everyone who loved him, broken in a way we’ll never fully come back from.

I don’t want your fake thoughts and prayers. I want justice. I want change. I want the killing to stop. I want to scream, and I want people to listen.

He deserved better than this. We all do.

Until the system changes, until the streets change, until people care — we’ll keep grieving. We’ll keep being angry. And we’ll keep saying his name so he’s not forgotten in the silence.

I love you forever, bro. I’m sorry this world did you like this.

Rest in power.