The tears are starting, as the pain eases upon my life again.
Why is this happening to me?
I'm leaving over now, unsteady, jumbled in all my racing thoughts, yet I'm emotionless.
I can't remember where I'm at.
I'm freezing, I can't get up.
It's to late now; I'm taking everything out on myself, as I always have.
This gives me a victorious feeling, like I have some sense of control.
Now he is where my family likes him to be, I hate him to be so far away from me.
She always makes the decisions; it's like no matter what everything goes her way.
Everyone's life isn't hers to have.
I keep hearing her say at least he is alive, he could of died living that way.
Then she acts as if she deserves something for keeping him alive.
When there is only one reason why he is still alive, only I know why.
She has made mistakes, which no one acknowledges.
Only my errors are recognized.
I'm punished and put down constantly, I seem to not do anything right.
I need someone to confirm the good I've done, before I can give myself full credit for it.
How is this supposed to happen when every time I turn around an insult is thrown right towards me?
That's when everything strikes and I'm right back where I started, that wasn't ideal enough Brittany.
