Dear little brother

I hate you. I really do. I have wished death upon you so many times I’ve lost count. You always seem to find ways to bring me down, make me insecure about myself, hit me. You’ve left me with bruises so many times but never apologised. You never appreciate your family. You talk shit about them all the time even though they do everything for you. The smallest things piss you off and you immediately blame me. Attack me. Trying to make me feel guilty for everything. Fuck you. When I move from home I will never contact you. You will never hear from me again. You make me feel like shit and still expect me to be nice to you. Really?

Remember that time when we were 13 and swimming in the pool. You tried to drown me. Or that time you threatened to cut me with a knife? Or when you tried to choke me with a pillow? When mom was to afraid to leave me alone with you she took you with her everywhere? Everyone just laughed it off. Sibling love. That’s what brothers and sisters do, right? Try to kill each other. I’ve always been afraid of you and I always will. You are a sick fucking child and I hate you. I hope someone realise you need help.