To my sister
You never understood the pain I was going through. But I'm no longer mad at you for that.
It was a lucky happenstance that you were chosen to be loved and I've been chosen to be everybody's scapegoat.
We were born and raised in hell. One was the punished sinner, the other was the apprentice demon.
My mom, my dad will never admit their abuse. You choose to close your eyes to it.
But know this, you, and you, and you killed me.
Although your hands are clean.