Oh girl

I bit into your world and worms came pouring out. The surface has always looked rotten but that is why we stay away...look away. I looked up to you once. I mean, you were so cool. So teenaged and interesting and mysterious. You've always been a doormat though.

That's what you are good at. But that doesn't mean the person who you love has to treat you like such. Your submission isn't voluntary, it's self preserving so as not to be beaten down and crushed. I want to help you. I want to be there for you and maybe save you or even better: help you save yourself. The hidden parts of you are still there but are overwhelmed and covered up by a jealous, manipulative, emotionally abusive force. You are being swallowed whole by a snake who constricts ever so slowly, painfully. You are my sister. We came out of the same womb and share DNA markers. We have the same freckled fair skin and the same expressions at times. You think I'm funny and I think you are too. We laugh and talk and feel easy when she isn't there and when she is it's like everything comes to a stop and starts to wither away. I need you to be strong. I need you to see what we can all so plainly fucking see and not pretend any longer. There's a point where this will all end and I would be lying through my gritted teeth if I didn't say I didn't pray for her death. I feel like this is the end of us. Our lives have cracked open and are hemorrhaging all that has ever connected us. You are my sister, don't forget that. I won't sit back and watch this without saying a word. If she told you not to speak to me then you have a more serious problem then you ever thought. I have to say it again and again and I wont stop until you know. You are my sister. You are my sister. You are my sister.