Mom didn't know that when she died her daughters would just get sicker as the years went by

The oxygen that kept her daughters alive slows. It doesn't flow like it used to.

Best friend didn't know that the knife she stabbed in my back would scar and ruin me for anyone who tried to care about me next.

But maybe that was the goal

Feed off of you when my mothers oxygen ran out. Rely on you as the source of my happiness.

Slash my skin with your words and put me down. Push me until the only way I felt I could escape you was if I was six feet under.

Until I ripped myself from your grips. I left everything that made up my life still dripping from your two palms.