why’d it have to be you ?
Why’d it have to be you to be my first bully
My first abuser
My first person to make me feel like a loser
My first to shut me out
Break me down
Pick me apart
And push me to the ground
I got dirty for you
Told lies for you
Would start fires for you
Protected you with my strength for you to only step on me to bend and fling me to your desire and whenever you were tired
I kept going I kept fighting I just wanted you to like me I just wanted you to love me to protect me to cherish me I couldn’t open your eyes to my importance maybe that’s why I’m not important..To you
So I stop trying I disconnect I just reflect , reflect on my trying and crying over and for you to just connect but I always just regret
Regret fucking myself over only to get hurt because you were my first lesson
My first lesson on toxicity
My first lesson on how to love me
My first lesson to put myself before the
My first lesson to know when to disconnect
And my first lesson to know I had nothing to regret
When I decided to leave you like the rest
By blood you’re my sister but choice you’re a stranger I’ll no longer ever put myself in danger.
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