My Words Do Not Do You Duty

Looking back i write the transcript of my life (this letter to you)
some parts are there though i want to leave them out
the good parts sure they made it easier
the bad parts, they only made me tougher
they only made me closer to you, both of you
as you stood there by my side, and held me up

the cuts and bruises that graced my body
all caused by the very hand that holds this pen
but that violence far outweighed by that written in this ink
do you remember when you read my short story
filled with suicidal thoughts, and my self isolation
the look on your face as you wondered if it could be true
the fear on your features matched only by the fear of what I'd become

what had i become? my emotions so far from me
my anger, so much stronger than my will to love
my tears so much thicker than the bonds that had been broken
and the longing in your eyes for me to have the will to live
and the letters that you wrote to me, full of pride, full of yourself
they broke me down, tore me into pieces
left me with the foundations of a better man

so away i went to rehab, left without my family,
put into a foreign place that they all said was for the best
given this opportunity to strive and succeed
this privilege, the greatest thing you've ever done for me
and the thanks for which i cannot possibly voice
cause no words can describe what you've given me
no words can describe the love and praise that i hold for you

so this is what i give to you, straight from my heart
not to try and put my thank yous into words
but just to inform you that they are definitely there
and that i will never succumb to that state of mind again
the state of mind where self mutilation is my form of hope
the state of mind where i showed more scars than smiles
all of this gone, thanks to both of you, and your sacrifices

*this was written by my brother to my parents after he almost killed himself and was sent away, please vote and comment, it means a lot*