one unread message.

An internal battle is a sword that doesn’t dull

i want to hold your hand- but you’re so far away.

How do you know if your family loves you when you were at your lowest and they stayed silent? when the beast came out you froze, but when the war was over you remembered my name.

We shared a room,

We shared a life.

You saw me when I was drowning- could you not lend a life?

You were a product of a creator that destroys, you run the same blood as me and yet we don’t see eye to eye.

I want to love you, but where were you when i needed love?

We haven’t spoken in a year, You’re getting married soon.

I am a visitor in your life- Family doesn’t leave their sister to fade into the misery of their pain: The truth.

perspective can you hear me?

perspective are you my family?

i am standing in a crowded room, looking for you. When the flashbacks hit me, all i see is me in search of my big sister who was supposed to meet me on the other side.

I searched for you day and night-

Yelling your name so loud in every corner that you could have been hiding.

Holding on to a memory of a sister I once had, before the trauma, and cussed the world for making me so broken that even my oldest sister didn’t want me anymore.

You ask me what it means to build a home, But do you really know what home means?

When there is a roof over your head, and your room is sound proof.

It takes more than screws and a hammer to build a home.

You can have expectations but nothing is set in stone. You must learn to accept before you give, and when you see a room with the lights off you bring a candle. To build a home you need to be attentive. A room is never soundproof, and when the night eventually comes you have to turn on the lights.

until one day you hear a knock on your door

*knock knock*

no answer.

but it’s too late

she already left

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Perspective?

Yes Shira

are you there?

I’m wide awake.

(an unfinished story)