Torn up by Razorblades

Breathing this air makes me feel torn inside. It's like razorblades tearing me up every time I breath. He doesn't understand that he's still like my brother I lost. I don't want to lose him too. To see him do this, kills me inside. He's losing control, losing sight of what he could be. Of what the future is. He's probably off to juvie and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel like a failure. I lost him. For good. I...I...I am sorry. I did not mean to lose you. I cannot stand to see you go. You are like a brother to me. I...I cannot do this. It hurts like razorblades cutting into me.