who were you before your brother broke your heart for the first time when you were nine years old? how much hope shone through your bright brown eyes before you realized your mom was human too? and she could lie, and she could break your heart, and she could show you for the first time in your life why trusting someone is so terrifying.
who were you before? before your father could barely look you in the eyes because he didn't care to understand the pain you tried so hard to keep inside. it destroyed you, but you destroyed him.
the ones who say love isn't real. i don't think they've ever been talking about a silly boy or girl. i don't think a relationship has ever crossed their mind when their chest strains to beat through the tears. i don't think they ever got the chance to form that bond, just to feel it break.
i think they were too busy picking up the pieces, broken on the floor of the house they were raised in all those years, with the people who were supposed to show them what love is.