This room is dark

cold and decay

the life I live is but a mirror today


They all view the happy me

but they dont know

what it’s like to see


Your sister use, drink, and cut

all because of a love she thought

was true, but is not


Can’t let anyone know

the self destructive path she takes

afraid she might be make


I must protect her

but I don't know how

I am lost.




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