5 February 2013
The saddest thing
is
that I can't think of a
single
person
who needs me.
It hurts so much.
Someone so young
shouldn't understand
so much
pain.
Or have their pillows
wet
with tears
or have their own
insecurities
gobble them up in the
middle of
the night
or live in fear of their own
brother
or walk on eggshells
in front of people
as if anything she does
will matter.
as if the slightest
mistep
will break them.
or hide themselves
from their
own
mothers
because everything she says
all the
little comments
murmers
nasty screeches
are like daggers
in my ribs.
I'm heaving
but there's just
no
air.
And they shouldn't Cry like this.
or think like this
or write like this.
It's so fucking sad
that one so young
does not feel
safe
in her own home.
This is a
screwed up world
she lives in.
Will the eggshells
ever
break?
My Life. • Opuss № I