What is the point? 
I want to talk to you, but you’ll just  
easily ignore me like a phone call on 
do not disturb. 
I want you in my life, even though you 
don’t want me in yours. 
I'm always the one, 
feeling the emotions. 
The sadness fills through me, 
sitting in me 
nowhere to escape. 

You expect me to turn everything off, 
and wipe away the sorrows like its nothing. 
How do you do it? 
Act like nothing matters. 
Act like I'm a waste. 
Act like I was never your sister... 
We are two different people, but the  
blood of the father brings us together, 
like nothing before.  

You smashed my heart, making me feel 
some type of way. 
I felt I wasn’t anything to you. 
My heart hurts, a burning sensation. 
Tears drench my pillow from 
crying every night, but you 
wouldn’t know that because you 
never pick up when I call. 

Do you really love me? 
Or is it just a word you use to 
manipulate me.  
You tell me it every day, 
now I'm not sure if it's true. 
You blew me off when  
you couldn’t handle the stress  
of me anymore.  
That isn't love. 
Its hate, lies, and discomfort 
waiting to slice my neck. 
Survival wasn’t an option 
when I shed blood onto the wood floor 
I was at my last breath. 
I needed you. 

How do I know? 
That you won't give up 
on me like you say you would. 
I'm not sure anymore. 
Thoughts rush through my head,  
wondering if I should pick up the phone 
but do not disturb takes over  
so what's the point.