You killed my brother.
You told him he was nothing and he believed you.
That’s what you do. You kill people. The very people you were given the responsibility to protect.
You terrorized your child who depended on you for love and survival and starved him of that love. You convinced him that he will hunger for love for the rest of his life because he is undeserving of it.
You beat him at the drop of a hat. You berated him. You humiliated him. You taught him to hate himself.
You instilled fear in him as you tortured and broke the dog he loved so dearly.
You made his mind sick with the chronic trauma you inflicted on him in his childhood years.
You were glad that he was locked up for murder as a child because you were free. Now you could play the role of the victim and the saint.
YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED HIM. YOU killed him.
You haven’t killed me.