My sister is my number one.

She told me it would be ok,
What she doesn’t know
Is the pain never goes away,
The feeling of lonely
Never stops killing you,
The silence reminds you
There is nothing you can do
To stop her from this.
She takes pleasure in your hurt,
In your depression and tears,
You can’t stop her.
She told me to hold on,
That it would all be over soon,
She’s been saying that for so long,
I’m so quick to consume
Anything disguised as hope.
All my life i’ve been in this place,
I can’t get out,
I’ve become a disgrace
To everyone i know,
Leaving me more alone.
We grew up that way,
With no where to call home
Because home was never sweet,
Never did we look forward to return,
When i recall that childhood
My eyes burn.
When i think about life,
How cruel it is,
I breakdown and cry.
It seems like i cry a lot,
I forgot how to smile,
So i just sit and cry
For a little while.
She doesn’t notice,
She doesn’t care,
When i needed her most
She was never there.
She told me it would be ok,
She told me to hold on,
My tears are all my face displays.
Truth be told,
My mother was never there,
She put me last,
She never cared,
It was my sister
Who raised me most,
Without her
I would be so lost.

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