Cimorelli One Shots

Goodbye.

This is a letter.

To say goodbye.

Goodbye, family and friends.

Goodbye, my fellow band members.

Oh wait, I was kicked out.

If you are reading this, I am no longer.

I refuse to live in a place where I am being blamed for someone else's actions.

It wasn't me.

But of course, you don't believe that.

But it's more than that.

My scars are not visible to the untrained eye.

My bruises are buried deep within.

I've spent my entire life hiding myself from y'all.

And I have chosen that today is my time to let go.

To give up.

Everyone now is thinking, don't give up.

But I didn't have the strength to continue.

I would rather die a painless death,

Than be struggling to say my last words.

I hope many things from my decision.

That you become more mindful of others.

Words can hurt.

You aren't quick to blame.

Innocent until proven guilty, remember?

Most of all, you realize that people are great liars.

I've said the word "fine" many times in my lifetime.

Yet, you never seemed to catch on.

Be more considerate and empathetic.

Not everyone is a tough cookie.

Maybe you all will blame yourselves.

Good.

Because it was you to blame.

Your sister,

Katherine A. Cimorelli