Somewhere In Brooklyn

46 - January 8

My sister was such a nice person.

Always smiling, always giving. She had a lot of friends and so much full of love and energy in her little body. But that's at day.

Because when the night comes, she would lock herself in her room and blast her favorite heavy metal rock songs to cover her cries and screams.

Then at morning, she was all happy and smiley again but I knew she was wearing a sweater to cover up the new scars she painted on her wrists, stomach, or legs. Scott sometimes would stay the night to hold her. Our mom usually works the night shift so she didn't know.

The only thing that I could do back then was to get out of her way and not add to her troubles. She didn't want me to see her like that anyway, let alone help her.

I wonder how could someone so full of love inside their heart hate their self so much.

I look at you and your glossy green eyes and fixated smile, and it still baffles me.