dear older sister. (2/2)

when I was 10 you had your third child, drugs were found in his system and within moments, we took custody of your first two children, you stole my childhood I was enraged at the sight of you when I was 11 I saw how you impacted me and my family, you ruined us I squeezed my fists and pushed my anger aside. when I was 13 you told me I was a pathetic, lazy loser who had no friends my eyes flashed with shades of red at the thought of you. when I was 14 your insane ex boyfriend threatened to shoot up my home and kill my family it was your fault. when I was 15 we hung out, we fought over the way you treated your kids I had dreams about hurting you. when I was 16 you insulted me, my home and my pets- my children. I told you I wished you were dead, I meant it with every piece of my soul. you try to talk to me, you laugh like nothing happened but something did happen, it happened years ago I started hating you but now? it is so much more than simple hatred. I want you dead. - ☆ PART TWO OF TWO ☆ *i know a lot of the things mentioned in this poem dont seem so bad, but there is so much more to this real life story- so nonetheless, I am well within my rights to want my sister dead.*