Longing Aching Pain
Suffocating on the inside as my heart is breaking. My mind wonders as the tears fall. Such an emptiness, praying for acceptance. No matter what, I’m left feeling unacceptable. From younger years, all the way to adulthood. Never included or even thought about. Feeling like such an outcast, why was i even created? By blood or not it does not matter, when the blood turns cold or never connected. Is it you or is it me? I know I wasn’t always the best, nor decisions I made were the best. I did things to hurt you, and this I must deal with. I’m ashamed and embarrassed. But it wasn’t all how you made it out to be. You edited the scene and made me look worse. You turned your back on me and wish for me to never be. I did two things that you won’t forgive for and now I’m dead to you. It’s kinda funny as I sit back and ponder. Yet it’s kinda sad to. I’m greatful I’m me and not you. I wouldn’t want to be as childish as you. Wondering what I mean, one second I’ll tell you. We all know what I did and now you are done with me. Memories of betrayal and hurtful things keep repeating now. Remember on the school bus, that older boy who jumped on me for no reason. You did nothing besides say, do what you want that not my sister. Or how about the time your best friend wanted something from your sister and yall made a plan knowing how envie I was and would follow along. I was left feeling nasty and used. You degraded me and called me names. Even though it was your planning and idea. Or how about all the times you denied you even knew me and our relationship. We lived in the same house and even the same parents. Yet I was no one and you didn’t know me. Never included or invited. You and your brother bond keep getting stronger. The more yall bond grew the more, I felt broken. Longing and suffocating just to be wanted. Looking at it through my eyes, leaves me feeling like an outsider staring through a window. At a family I always wished for. Not sure why today your actions hurt a little deeper. I mean hell since I was diagnosed with bipolar, I was no longer your sister. Even explaining to your new girlfriends how I’m not your sister it can’t be undone, for the blood ties us together. No matter what I’ll always be your sister. But with that your wishes I honor. Your dead to me and no longer my brother. Chest feeling lighter and small grain appears. Realizing I’ve set myself free, free of the grips of wanting you to love me. Why care still when you never have. Actually feeling blessed that I have a heart of compassion and not one of greed. So long my brother, a brother to me yu never was and never will be.
Tag: #Alone
The One
What do you see when you look at me? What do you think about, when my name is spoken? Do I anger you, make you feel sick to your stomach? Do I send off bad vibes or have a smell? Who am I to you, do you even care? I don’t know your true thoughts, or how you really feel. But when I look in the mirror, I’ll tell you what I see. I see a girl, who is lost broken and alone. I see a girl who will do and give everything to anyone. When I look into her eyes, I see the pain. Pain she quietly sits with day in and day out. I see someone who sits and wonders, what has she done to deserve all this. Wonders why God even created her, was it a joke. I see a girl who been there, and has given and helped so many people. Yet, there she sits. She alone, everyone who says they be by doesn’t come. Everyone who says they help her when she asked, hasn’t fulfill their promise. I see a girl, who try to say no, but her heart to big. She can’t stand to let someone down, or to see someone asking for help and get turned down. She try to not let others feel the pain she feels every day. I’m not sure what you see, or why yu do and feel the way you do. I don’t know if it’s how you truly are, or if your just being a follower. But just know the one who always there, the one who hardly says no, needs someone to at times. Instead she left alone and broken.
Powerful Words 