my brother

You cried each night
yelled and screamed
said your life
wasn't as it seemed

you wanted to die
and promised you would
you took a knife
and father said you should

i screamed at him
to leave you be
i didn't want you to go
i needed you with me

you took my hand
and said it was okay
you told me to go to bed
and there i should stay

i did not have to listen hard
to hear your frightened screams
and i know the bruises healed
but i still see them in my dreams

he hit you extra hard
while mummy and me cried
we cowered in the corner
so afraid i could have died

you were always so depressed
and you were so stupid then
i just hope those days are gone
cos i can't face that again

i never did forgive you
for the pain you put us through
i now have depression
just like you do too

you ruined my happy life
and set dads temper loose
you made mum so afraid
and Tim lost respect for you

i love you so much
but i hate you so much more
you were the best brother
until you walked out that door

our family was left distraught
and our world is now a mess
hopefully one day i can trust you
and hate you a little less

*dedicated to Chris*