How can you tell me to feel anything when you’re the one who said to control myself?


How can you tell me that it’s okay to cry if you follow it with, “so long as no one sees you act weak,”?


How can you tell me I need to calm myself if you never taught me how to let go of my rage?


How can you tell me to let others in if you always said things are best kept inside?

How can you tell me to smile when you’re the reason it’s so difficult?



How can you tell me to stay strong when your words make me feel so weak?


How can I ever heal if each syllable pierces me like steady glass?


How can I ever reach for anything when my soul feels so heavy?


How can I ever be true if my heart is already rock solid?


How can I ever let go if you never did the same?


How can you….


How could you?