[youareholdingtheworstofme]

Dear dad,

Your anger ripples in me. You were a tidal wave, i am a tidal pool. The anger sits, stagnant.

This is the worst gift you gave me.

Remorsefully, your daughter.

[youareholdingtheworstofme]

Dear brother,

I know you were hurt. I know that you didn't know better.

It doesn't make it easier to forgive; to forget.

I blame you with every inhale, and mourn for us both with every exhale.

With sorrow, your sister.

[youareholdingtheworstofme]

Dear mum,

I hate you with everything I am. I love you with everything I have.

In twisted agony, your daughter.

[youareholdingtheworstofme]

Dear mum,

You should have noticed when I withdrew. You should have known how I changed. You shouldn't have even been so unaware of me that I was taken advantage of in your own home.

I was five. He was eight. You were negligent.

With anger and regret, your daughter.

[youareholdingtheworstofme]

am i lost because my soul was taken or am I lost because i'm in my twenties