Worthless

Worthless. That's what I thought of myself. The things that you did to me, But I'm the one saying sorry. The other day, mom asked me to press charges. I said no. Not for you. Not for me. You've had charges pressed before. Your own sister. The court did nothing. She was 6 and you admitted to doing it for years. I guess you had a type. You assaulted my cousin, and you assaulted me. When people ask if we're cousins, I have a knot in my throat. Because yes, we're technically cousins but not after what you did to me. What you did to us. For years I've lived in denial. The truth just recently broke out. I have my first therapy session tomorrow. I haven't gone for years, because if I meant nothing to you... Why would I mean anything to anyone else too. I have hated myself. I have struck myself down for not speaking up earlier. Because maybe if I did say something, you wouldn't have done what you did to me, to her.