I am enraged.

Why must our lives be so difficult?

Why must those who are supposed to love us,

Hurt us?

The idea of you hurting in any way pains me.

It fills me with a burning hatred I have long forgotten.

To know that you are being beaten down,

And treated like dirt

But still have the strength to put on a happy face and show no pain

Completely breaks my heart.

To know that every night you are cold

And sometimes have no where to go

Infuriates me.

This monster who is supposed to show you love

Will face every wrong he has ever done to you.

I will make sure of it.

For years I have never known what happens behind those closed doors.

The pain that lies behind those tired, sleep- stricken eyes.

I plan to show you how family should love each other.

Hopefully, you will see that you do not deserve what life has thrown at you.

And that you have the potential to become something great and extraordinary.

Please, come home.

So you can see, once again, how it feels to be loved

Please come home.

And you can live the life God intended

far from the pain and sorrow you have known.

I know you’re scared to leave.

I know you feel like you are a burden-

But you’re not.

To me you will always be my best friend

The one who hurt anyone who made me cry,

Who always made me happy when things were tough.

So, brother, I beg of you…

Please come home.

I Love You