I'm okay
Cried in front of her for like 30 minutes
Spoke a couple times
I don't want to be vulnerable like that
Let out all the stress I've been holding that I can't talk about
They're talking to my siblings as they grow up
But where were they when I was 13?
She said it was traumatising
But I think they forgot it was so they wouldn't feel bad
What am I supposed to say when they ask why I don't talk about things with them?
It failed in the past
They weren't there when I needed them and they had lots of chances
But who cares
Fast forward
When I felt pure sad
Staring at the bathroom wall
And I could actually have reason to flinch now
She gave me her sweater
And I couldn't sleep
Laying in it
I feel her
I'll miss her
I'll miss this
But it's a mess
She's beautiful
But it's mostly a mess
No one else to talk to but her about it
Because they would say block him immediately
But I already entertained him so long
I already think of him when Tate McRae plays
She gave me advice
I want to hear it
But the new session just started
Let me hear the rest
I need it
But I know I know it already
A little late for it
For me
Like dogs barking
We said we didn't trust him
But still
But still what
I said I feel her
When I wear her sweater
Like her soul, breathing
Wrapping around me like a hug
I feel safe
And I can't sleep now
And my stomach starts hurting
But I cried on the bathroom floor for her
To God
Because He'll be there for her won't He
Be her protection when she has no shield
Be her assurance when she is far from hope
For her sister, to keep her
For her mother, to save her
I know I shouldn't hope for it but I love babies
And I might start ranting in class
Because that would be me
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