Everything I never told you...

Oh girl... I am so sorry... for your tears. Though you're dressed up in adult clothes I can see your little heart. I am sorry it is broken.
I am sorry you never felt at home in your home. I am sorry you thought you needed to go away to be happy. I am sorry they all took you for granted. I am sorry they hurt you and left your face wet and salty. But as these cold or maybe hot tears fall down your freckles... hear me out, girl, and listen... because you are a lot more than what they told you... a lot more than all the things put in boxes, stacked in one room. You are more than your mom and definitely more than your dad. If I could only make you believe... I hope you know that if I could I would build the best castle for you... somewhere far away, somewhere hidden and you'd play your piano all day... or maybe your violin... whichever felt better. and we'd play again and you'd paint me, of course better than I could ever paint you... And I'd be ok with you always being the best in everything. And we'd take our stuffed animals and your flower and we wouldn't eat bread together... and maybe we could have both lived there, because you and I... we have a lot more in common... we both wanted to run away, and I guess you had the guts but it still didn't work out.. And I'm sorry for that. Maybe it just wasn't the right time, or the right way... Maybe all this hate in you kept you caged in this cemented place. I'd say home, but you'd laugh. And I know you act all grown-up but one day, I honestly hope you let down your hair, and start biting your nails the way you used to, or was that me... I don't even remember. Maybe one day you won't hate me so much for not helping you. I just didn't know how. I know the pressure was great, I know that all those violent eyes were on you, waiting for you to make your next mistake... How do I know? The same eyes are now on me. Only somehow, by some wild chance I got help, I was taught how to deal with it, how to do it. And you didn't. I know you only wanted to be loved and pretty, not have to cry and try so hard, you only wanted to be taken care of. But though you locked me out I love you. And I am sorry. Always. Have been and will be.
Remember: there is a way.