I am completely and utterly erroneous.
No-one can see it,
They don't want to believe it.
Everything in life I have had to fight for...
The front seat of the car when I was ten,
The boyfriend when I was sixteen,
And now...
My life.
Do I need to tell you how many secrets I have kept in my whole life?
They aren't small. Like my boyfriends cat peed on my sister's coat. It was me, not Piper.
That is the type of secrets I should be keeping.
Little, non-malignant lies.
I don't want to be so capacious anymore.
I want to be free.
Free of worry, free of these secrets that keep on ruining our lives.
My sister died.
My big sister, who has always been there for me is dead! And all I can do is be strong, strong for Piper. For everyone-else but myself!
And it was my fault she died.
I might as well just give up now.
How can we keep saving the innocent when we all keep dying?
The whole Halliwell line dies because we go kill ourselves trying to save them.
The reason we don't die is because we are lucky, sometimes.
Then, the luck runs out.
We get hurt.
We die.
So what is the point in all of this?
Where is it in writing that says that we have to save every freaking little innocent that comes in our way?
When do we draw the line?
There has to be a line...