It started when I was young. You would think I would be used to it by now.
But would you get over something so awful so quickly? Here I am, years older, still living in constant fear of my brother. He made me scared to go out and be able to do things.
Tell me, what would you do if your siblings mistreated you? Tell your parents? Trust me I've tried. But with parents like mine, nothing happens.
He can get away with anything whilst I sit here wondering, "What's it like to be truly happy?" "What's it like to not live in constant fear of somebody you thought loved you?"
Maybe he only loved me when we were kids. Before our world came crashing down.
When we were happy.
And free.
And we didn't have a care in the world.
When everything was so...simple...
Now he can't control his anger.
And I can't control my fear
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Broken Souls and Lost Hearts
Teen FictionOur hearts are lost and our souls have broke, all from different things. We're alone but somehow together. We've yet to see the new friendship it be, together we will now stand. Alone never again
