When I think of him
I used to believe he was dead and i took his place
My parents always talking about my older brother who died
I was a next resort
Hollow feelings and feeling like the replacement child
My dad was violent growing up
Red and yellow flames
He was so charming
Everyone loved him
But no one knew how scary he was but a few people
Me and my mum
Do you know that fear that comes out only for your parents
Who dont even have to say anything but maybe if they have a certain tone they can go dark on you
It was that feeling
I dont hate coming from a strict family
Its just i hate how it ended for me
It was the lowest high of my life
