No, I’m not going to kill myself, let’s get that out of the way.
There is a point in your life where you stop and question everything. Whether it be because you’re single and have been for a couple of years or because you feel like you’ll never be good enough to live up to your family’s expectations. When you sit and stare blankly at the ceiling because you’re not sunshine like your older sister; instead your rain clouds and storms, more like the moon hidden behind clouds, always going through different phases.
Because you don’t say the correct things or act the right way you don’t fit in or are looked at differently. It’s like the constant suffocation of “why don’t you smile more” or “open up they can’t all be the same” or “just stay positive”. But you don’t know me, you don’t know what I’ve survived, and sometimes my own skin makes me crawl because certain times remind me of the abuse I survived.
But I can’t be sad or everyone worries, I can’t feel the way I feel, I can’t be angry, I can’t be mad, I can’t be sick, I can’t be tired, I have to be perfect and happy.
That’s not real. I can’t be the perfect younger daughter and I’m losing sight of everything and no one understands.