Me and my brothers healing disbelieving

We are finally waking up out off all the trauma and I'm afraid that involves you.

See our whole life's and personality built on what one sees, it impacts in ways the child trys to refrain.

We spent years crying in doubt, circling, pleading, trying without a doubt.

You are father, you are mother.

We sat at the table when told too, clean our shoes, do errands.

We would even do the things children shouldnt, talked with you on heartbreak, relationships, helped you off the floor.

Saw drunks, drug users and abusers.

Got dragged throughout the mud, missing our childhood.

Blinking while missing, surrounded by bullies miss understanding our ways.

The hell you put us through stays, on in adulthood in our ways.

We try to change, to adapt, to learn a d forgive.

Yet you play with the force within, can't stick to promises might aswell name them the bin.

Always treated like we should have known, cured and mind blown.

We took ourself out of the web of man and woman you see.

We woke to see what you did to my brother and me.

We are healing, offering you the light yet you snap it like a glow stick every time time.

Maybe the damage is done, maybe it all can be undone yet I only only know now time runs thin.

Patience lost to the wind.

We are finally becoming who we should have been, before all life's fucked up deciding.