I don’t even know what to say, Tiara.

I don’t even know what to say, Tiara.
Honestly, I’m not okay.
All because of a bunch of stupid people
I know I shouldn’t care,
but their words keep echoing in my head.
No matter how much I try to forget, it comes back again.
Did you know they were like this when you left me alone with them?
You’re the meanest sister I’ve ever known.
Did you know that if you heard these things from your mom, it would be hard for you to survive it,just like it is for me?
Did you know that because of her words, you might hate yourself?
Did you know that while crying you might have to wipe your tears quickly because a child shouldn’t see you depressed?
Did you know you have to be a product they’re satisfied with?
Did you know you can’t be yourself?
Did you know you have to put on armor and step into a house that feels like a battlefield?
Did you know you might never be able to love yourself because instead of telling you you’re enough, they keep trying to erase details of your face?
Did you know you might use your eyes more for crying than for admiring the beauty of the world?
Did you know your ears are useless when you’re forced to cover them so you don’t hear what they say?
Did you know sometimes your heart wants to stop?
Did you know you’d have to hide in the bathroom just to cry?
You knew all of this,that’s why you gave up, right?
Then why didn’t you stop me too?
How am I supposed to forgive you?
How am I even supposed to stay angry with you when you’re all I have?
Is loving someone supposed to hurt this much?