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.