don't tell me that you understand or

that you know what i'm going through

because until it's you dragging her lifeless body into the shower, 

you shielding your baby sister as the cops show off Barbie,

you building a fort in your closet to block out the screams, 

you praying you're a good enough actress, 

you breaking down for the first time in months because of 

fucking chocolate milk, 

you don't know what i'm going through. 

so don't pretend to care, please.

i don't need you. 

i don't need anyone. 

i am doing just fine on my own.