I stare deep into his blue eyes.
They are shadowed by sorrows never told.
And fantasy stories mistaken as lies.
But beyond his eye's are secrets that hold.
He's just a kid, why are you making him
the victim of your cruel torture?
I love him and you should too.
Since you raised him.
But you treat him like crap.
all three of us.
since you found him
but that's not fair
you stupid selfish b**ch
i hate you
I wish i did
that'd make it so much easier
sometimes i just wish you'd tell me it's OK
and be my mother again
this hurts
but i don't care what you do to me.
to them, to him.
to my baby brother.
You will not bring this upon him.
Not now, not ever.
Never.
