tell me sis

"It's fine. I'm fine. " It's all a lie "I'm ok." just walk away. I'll keep repeating these sentences until the day I can finally escape you. our parents might have invited you but I'll always resent you until the day I walk away. I tried and tried, but it never worked. I've gone through hell and back, and every time, I was burned not by the flames but the actions and words you cast upon me. I've only hated my life when you were a part of it. so tell me, sis, how can I be fine because at this rate, I'll die, but maybe I really am fine with dying, and it's not all a lie.