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I’m broken by your mistakes
In the beginning they affected me physically
The scars, the breaks, the tears
In the middle it was your absence
Still alive, we spoke but you were gone
As time passed it was the emptiness
As they all came back you forgot about me
I stuck by you, held your hand, you never deserved it

When he came, my beautiful brother your gaze faded
Your Star was no longer your favorite
He hurt me badly and you accused me
Neglect! No that was you
That was her.. not me
I had to protect myself from the monster you created in him
The child grown man created into a sociopath
The scars that led to numbness,
A mind afraid to live, to feel
A killer on the lose now, your son

All we ever wanted was you, and her
But the ride was more important, more appealing
Then why did you have us? Why suffer us you?
Your time spent in your punishment is not my doing
Your release is a wonderful thing,
Daddy free at last..
But, where will you go? In this I cannot help you..
I have a family, one I will not neglect, not betray
One that the law forbids residence with

You are family.. but of another time,
Your mistakes are not mine
I tried to take care of you and you judged me,
You lied, you hide behind the reality of an intoxicated memory
Belittle my pain, I’m used to it,
But do not forsake the truth
Do not neglect the life you could have..
We do love you, stop pretending the torture was imagined

What child imagines such treachery?
What child knows such cruelty without experiencing it?
The slicing of flesh, the breaking of limbs..
The horse whip she found so friendly..
The scars remain, inside and out..
Knowing the pain of raw flesh as the water rushes over open wounds,
The pain of hunger as you lay helpless in the attic, the coldest of rooms.
The smell of a dinner, you will never eat but they will..
What child imagines this?

What child yearns for death..
And wants to kill..
Not a child that was so loved
Not a child like what you recall.. not us father..
We know these pains.. and many more..
We wanted you, we wanted mom..
But instead you brought home a whore
A child beating, masochistic introduction to hell
Do not blame us, this is your truth
We still love you.. even though you don’t deserve it..
Acknowledge reality,
Don’t die alone.