My other half, my sister, my best friend, a beautiful model, a wild heart, a loving soul.

All she wanted was to fill a void, all we wanted was to feel, to be more. All we did was make it worse.

Never have I thought college was for me till I touched her cold body and watched her families hearts bleed.

Never did I think drugs could do so much till the day after Christmas when the call came through.

With loss you build anger and hate and sorrow, but I refuse.  

I refuse to let another person see their best friends empty body.

I refuse to live a life where I didn't lend a hand to those trying to be better with all the wrong ways.

Id say I hope you understand but honestly I can't, but I hope it is enough to deserve a helping hand.