Hey sis. Remember all those things you said to me? Useless, ugly, fat, abnormal, adopted, invisible, and every other word which would shatter my heart? You still say it everyday. Make me feel useless and cry. You have seen a couple of my cuts. You ask why I have them. I try to change the question. You ask again. I reply saying it's my friends, in design and technology, or got it by accident. You believe it. I quickly change the subject. And you forget.
You know, I always wander, why we can't be close sisters like mum and our aunt. Why we can't be best friends, share everything with each other, and have each other's shoulder to cry on. Who am I kidding? My life isn't a cliche book.
You hate me because I'm ugly,
I'm useless, worthless, dumb, waste of space, fat, hated, not loved. Don't worry, I wouldn't like me if I was you either. I know I'm all those things. I made one mistake. One fucking mistake costs my child hood? Costs me to every hating me? To me cutting myself? To me crying? To me hiding? To my dreams shattering? Why? Why? Why did you not stop me, why did you not help?
Now your here, standing in front of my casket, either crying, laughing or emotionless. It better be option no 2. Because whenever, whenever you said something to me, a piece of me broke. You looked into my eyes. But didn't see shit. You hurt me, laughing. Yeah to you it's a joke, making it seem like my whole fucking life is a joke! Now let's see, the day I'm not here for you to make fun of, now disappointed you will be.
We could've changed our relationship and become best friends. But no. We stuck with rudeness and arguments. Now look, your living a beautiful, healthy, happy life, while I'm in darkness, ugly, crying and cutting.
Just one wrong turn on the road, and we're not close like in my dreams.
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Life Full Of Sorrow
Short StorySad. Pain. Cuts. Tears. Nothing. Emotions. This book is a book in which I write to express my feelings, I have a lot of problems which make me depressed and nobody knows about it. Like they say, sharing with a stranger is better than your closest fr...
