There once was a girl.

She had doubts.

About her family.

It's so broken.

She's the elder sister.

She's the one that needs to be there for her mother.

She's the one that has to help.

She's the one that feels like she isn't welcomed in her own house.

She doesn't feel at home at all.

She stays in her room all day.

She's trying to escape all the family stress.

But what if her mother is at the edge again?

Her mother was the youngest sister.

She wouldn't understand.

So she keeps her mouth shut and is there for her mother.

She is her shoulder to cry on.

She stopped feeling sorry for people who cry.

She's so jealous.

She wishes she could cry.

But she just can't.

Her eyes are dry.

There's no way any tears could escape.

Her family is broken.

Her father has depression.

Her mother is overworked.

Her little brother is just a little brother.

Of course they love each other.

But it's making her feel tired whenever she sees him cry over nothing.

It's making her tired to see her dad being mean to her mother.

And it's making her tired to be the shoulder to cry on.

She loves being there for her family.

But she's tired.

And sometimes she wonders if it's her fault.

The side of her dads family loves her.

She's their favorite.

And she loves being with them.

But they talk bad about her Parents.

And her brother.

And it's killing her.

The side of her moms family is difficult.

Her mother has 3 Sisters.

3 older sisters that fight about anything and everything.

So her mother stays home at family events.

But she has to go.

She has to go there so her mother won't have to.

So she listens again, her family talking bad about her mother.

And it hurts.