Loading...When you are home you listen as my wings are cut, as the feathers fall.
Yet you do nothing.
As I walk past you, fresh stitches in my back you look at me with sad eyes.
Yet you do nothing.
You stand on the side, listening as he tells me I am a curs on our family.
Yet you do nothing.
I call on you for help when my wounds are too great for me to heal.
Yet you do nothing.
You leave me with a look of pitty on your face as you disappear for days, leaving me with him.
The one who causes my pain.
The one we call our father.
Brother why?
