Since I was young.
Since that day I've been thinking.
How can I...
...

I grip my pen.
And I'm left pondering.
What to do now,
What now?

The ones I love,
Always abandon or betray me.
I'm a failure.
I failed.

Hey there,
Big sis,
A therapist more like,
A mother to me.

Tell me are you now happy?
With your lie that destroyed me?
I failed.
I suppose.

I trusted you.
And because of that everyone left me.
Now I have no joy.
And am left with only obsession.