When do you stop Holding that Grudge?

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He made me feel so secure before. We laughed at each other's jokes, made fun of of each other's features and exchanged heartfelt interests and voiced our opinions. We danced in the rain, played hide and seek and we decided not to grow up too fast. My brother was a whole lot of fun until another friend came into the scene. He hid under the name of metamphetamines and destroyed our relationship like a crumbled Tower of Pisa after a devastating earthquake. Who used to love me before has metamorphosed into a vile creature of violence. He no longer made fun of me, now, people are making fun of him. We no longer danced in the rain. The desire to do that disappeared when our lives became so cloudy. Who would have thought that a gram of cocaine can kill the lives of dozen people. Me and my brother, we still live together with my mom but everytime I see him, I see someone else. I see a man, devoid of emotion..I see my brother dying..it's a sad sight.