I’ve always been the type who doesn’t want to suffer. I don’t ever want to feel a single pain, a pain I know I can very well stop to hurt me. But how? How can you get away from the very person who brought you to the world? How can a tree live if you cut away its roots? Chop it from the branch and allow new roots to grow? See, I’ve thought about that too but I don’t know how I could swallow and just ingest something I don’t think I would or could ever do? But if I have no choice and if it could do me good, should I go put to my mouth that which I think can liberate me from this pain?
I’m really not making sense but it’s the only way I can see it, for the pain to stop. For the pain I bore for 24 years of my life. See, I just can’t see why she can’t discipline her... I can’t see why she has to sacrifice my happiness for someone else who doesn’t even do something right, who can’t do something simple and right. I’m just so sick of it and I’m so damn tired of just crying my heart out torturing myself when I shouldn’t be doing so in the first place if only she could just think of me and my feelings for once. I can’t see nor understand why somebody who saw me and had always been with me doesn’t know how to make me happy. It’s not much. Is acknowledging me for the stuff I did too much? Because I don’t think it is. I need not hear it verbally nor do I need stuff that signifies her gratitude but I only nee support or something that’d show me she does. Why does the black sheep take all her time and affection away from me? Do I have to be bad too coz if I have to then I will if it’s the only way for me to be happy. I’m that close but I don’t know if I can. I did it to God before but I didn’t really like it now was I happy with what I did so I go back but this is different. I’m so confused and I don’t have anybody to talk to right now that’s why I’m pouring it all out so I can save myself.
I mean why? Why can’t my mom love me or show me I important, that I have a point. That I have good intentions or something. How long would she wait for my sister to change her ways? If she could wait that long then why does she sacrifice her other children’s’ happiness for the sake of one that was lost? Do I have to be a prodigal son so my father will notice me? Do I have to be bad for it to do me good?
I just wanted her to tell her it’s her job. It’s training coz she never does stand up for her word when it comes to my sister. I mean if you want something done then you have to have it done especially if it’s for the GOOD. Why can’t she stand up for me and my brother? We’re old now, we understand, my sister doesn’t but why is it still like this?
Why was it that when I told her the college ring dad gave as a gift to me was gone and that my sister pawned it, why did she say it’s my fault because I just left it anywhere where my sister can access it but why would she do that? I mean it’s a home, it’s supposed to be safe, why should I guard or not trust people I’m supposed to trust because I have to trust her because she should love me too, because she’s family. Why can’t she just confront her? Why can’t she at least ask? She has the authority, I don’t. And those tomes where she stole the money I save from work and I told her but she said it was my fault because again I let it be of access to her. I couldn’t understand. I don’t want the money back. I mean I do but I still want her to stand up for me more than I want the money I worked hard for back.
I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I think I will have to just leave and cut me loose from my roots if it’s the only way I can save my tree from being totally weak and broken. I might just leave without a word, I might and I will hurt people with what I decided I will do but there is just no other way for me. I have to take away that which makes my life rotten and bad. I could very well be employing the same strategy my mom did to my sister but I just can’t tell her about what I feel. I just don’t have the authority she has with my sister, she has with us, her children.
I just can’t go on anymore. I’m at the point where it has to stop and I’m sorry and I’m sad that it has to be this way but it has to and it will. I’m just looking for the right way where there would be no turning back for me. I’m sorry if I’m weak. There’s just nothing there that holds me up anymore, there just wasn’t there except for my hope but everybody’s bound to wake up and realize that some dreams just can’t come true. I’m a loser but I’ll just have to settle with what I have left, myself and the way I think it should be feeling. I’ll go away someday, the sooner the better but now that I still am here, my tears will still be flowing and I still will be hoping. Hoping that the she will stand up for me and prove she loves me, just like a mother should.