My own brother came down
he used me as his emotional punchbag
he told me I am useless and a hippy
it hurt me very much and was broken and sad

Who needs enemies with my own blood like him
my heart is broken
my mind is full of doubt
all because of him

For over two years when he was ill
I cared for him with his TB and pills
and my reward when he got better
is this.. a ****** kick in the head

I will try to forgive him
but I will never forget
that he did hurt me so much
that I wished I was dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris