2-12-15

Why wasn't I good enough to save? 

Why didn't you stick up for me when i needed it? 

Why did you let it happen for over a decade without helping me? 

Why couldn't you do that for me? 

Why are they better than me? 

All these questions circle my mind daily... 

I want to hate you. I should hate you. 

But instead... I miss you. 

I miss talking to you. 

I wonder if I'd be different, had you been there for me when I needed it. The way I needed you. 

Would I be better? Would I be worse? 

Would the nightmares still come? 

Would I still be...me? 

Do you think it made me stronger when you didn't help me? 

Do you think it helped me grow? 

Did you know I still remember every detail? Every smell, every touch, every demand he made of me? 

Did you know that I was scared while it was happening? 

What about my sister? Did he do that to her? Did he hurt her like he hurt me? 

Did she tell you like I told you? 

Did you ignore her cries for help? 

Why did you choose him over me? Why would you abandon me when I needed you most? 

 And the memories never faded..... Not even after decades passed.. It's still right up front. It still haunts me. But you won't ever care about me like I needed you to. I'm faulty. Broken. And for whatever reason... You weren't there when I needed you the most.