Walking into the house,
It brings back unwanted memories of my fucked up childhood.
The physical and emotional abuse you caused my brother and me.
I remember the day I snapped.
That was when I fucking had enough of you and your bullshit.
You were supposed to be our protector,
Not the one causing us pain.
While you were beating my brother,
I ran to the closet.
I knew where you kept the gun hidden.
I grabbed it and clicked the safety off.
I pointed it at you thinking 'Die you fucking bastard, die.'
I pulled the trigger over and over again and felt nothing for you.
Soon the bullets ran out.
Now you lay dead in a pool of your own blood.
That's what you get for fucking hurting my brother.
That's what you get for fucking ruining my life.