Striking Back

Admitting and standing up, to my abusive brother, in black and white.

I can't forgive you

For the anger and pain

I bear

Ever.

Of the years

Which you abused me

Being treated

Like a piece of s**t

Upon your shoes.

Truthfully

I could dance

Over your grave

Upon hearing this

You have died.

My only regret is

You couldn't live

Forever.

Reliving the abuse

Both physically

And emotionally

From my position

As the victim.

Until you realize

The damage

You have inflicted

Upon me

While growing up.

How it feels to be

The target of misguided anger

Because I exist.

The shame

And dark anger

I have

For letting it

Happen

In the first place.

Expressed by

Numerous suicide attempts

Before the age of fifteen

While keeping quiet

About the pain

I bear.

Well

Little brother.

This is

My first stage

In taking back

My life

As my own

Not yours.

Author's Note

From a young age, the relationship between my younger brother and I, was very toxic, to the point, my grandma commented that she has never seen two kids fight, so much, as we did. This August marks the 8th year, I told him, to his face that he was dead to me, and I never want to see or be, in the same building, as him.

Originally, written December 27, 2013.