Sadness, feelings, mixed emotions.
I'm breaking free from this misguided devotion.
We're family, or so I thought,
but family doesn't leave family to rot
in a place so dark and cold they can't get out,
and you just watch and laugh as they're breaking down
into dust.
Your words are like razor-blades across my skin,
my skin, so thin.
They slice and dice and do their damage,
wreaking havoc and mayhem and adding baggage
to an already full suitcase.
I've always wondered what it is I've done.
If it's because I'm the daughter who flies too close to the sun.
Letting the light in,
and forcing out your dark.
Realizing that you have nothing
more than your bark
to hurt me.
Despite your attempt to decimate my character
by spreading lies and gossip that depict a false caricature
of who I am,
I remain true.
Sadness, feelings, mixed emotions.
I'm breaking free from this misguided devotion.
You can try to stop me,
but I don't think you will.
It's too easy for you to hate,
or simply not feel.
So, I'm sorry.
Not though, in the way that you're thinking.
I'm sorry your heart is hardened and sinking.
Further away
into the deep blue sea,
where light cannot touch,
where love cannot be.
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