As she cries the poison tears of a life denied
My sister ran away from home today. I found her within three minutes, but it was still weird. I didn’t ask my mom about the conversation they had after I picked her up, but it seems different than when I run away from home.
She copies the things I did when I was depressed because … well, I don’t know. I know she got herself sent to the mental institution because she thought it would be fun. She told me so.
This time I think she was just being bratty and wanted attention. Apparently my mom didn’t tell her that she could have the computer and didn’t get her candy at the store and wouldn’t take her to Subway.
Being depressed isn’t a game.
Sometimes she’s such a stupid little bitch.
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