It was never perfect, but manageable. Now the water is running, the glass can’t hold it in anymore. Nobody is perfect so stop pointing out their mistakes every other minute. We were one buy now we’re none. We were while but now we’re torn apart. I will be leaving soon, can they survive without me? Grow up you two. Face it off. I’m tired of handling your shit. You should be handling mine. I got so many worries. I shouldn’t have them but I do. And now… it’s up to me once again. Clearing up after a fight. Playing the mother because your parents can’t handle you anymore. It’s embarrassing.
And so we’re leaving it all behind. Because of stubbornness and pride.
Tearing apart our family.
It was all I had.