Journaling about the feelings of family loss and betrayal


I never knew anger could make them run.

The cold feeling I feel were at one time there was none.

A heart that breaks makes a load sound.

Yet I alone feel the pain.

Things I had no say so over have made this come.

Things beyond the control of the child I once was.

Yet here I am alone.

Handling the blame for what she has done.

Blood is not thicker than water.

Families share no soul.

My sister is a cold cruel woman.

And I cry alone in the cold.

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