I want to tell you a story
A story that's so true,
A story of a loved ones life
A story about you.
My precious older sister
Whom I love until the end,
I want you to know I'm here for you
And I'll always be your friend.
My story starts with the two of us
As children hand in hand,
How much I once looked up to you
I don't think you understand.
There's things that we have gone through
That have made us grow up fast,
But I always thought you'd do just fine
Regardless of the past.
I always had so much faith in you
That was so true and strong,
I never in a million years
Thought you would prove me wrong.
The turning point in my story
A story of Crystal-meth,
A drug that you have chosen
In which to play and dance with death.
I remember when the biggest battle
Was the skin upon your knee,
But now each day consists of a battle
On how to get you clean.
Trying time and time again
We've lost this battle with you,
And now everyone is at a loss
About what it is that we can do.
We knew things would be different
The moment that needle touched your vein,
But I don't think you understand
We no longer look at you the same.
The sister I once looked up to
Who was so strong and sweet,
Chose the path of least resistance
And lives life now so incomplete.
Things you have lost track of
And the people you've deceived,
Crying yourself to sleep at night
Thinking of things you once believed.
Forgetting the people around you
That have loved you in your life,
Blaming everything and everyone else
As to why you live each day in strife.
The biggest reason for disappointment
Is your life without your son,
How do you expect me to tell him
Why his mommy has been gone?
Knowing it's a losing battle
To fight and try to get you clean,
You think everyone has given up
But things aren't always as they seem.
Now the end to my story
A story about me,
A story of your sisters cries
And what I fear will come to be.
I don't know why it is you've chosen
To fall a victim to this game,
With no regard for yourself or your life
Each time you put that needle to your vein.
You can't expect me to understand
Why you no longer listen to your heart,
And why you let the drug control you
And rip your life apart.
But I want you to know that everyone's scared
Of all the things you do,
Scared that our biggest fears will come true
And that one day we'll be here without you.
So now that helping you hasn't worked
We just pray that we don't get that call,
That the life of our loved on has run out
And the drug has finally ended it all.
So, Sister, please just hear my cries
Please make my dreams come true,
Believe in yourself and get yourself better
The way you were before your drug abuse.
YOU ARE READING
Oldies But Goodies
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my much older poetry. Most were written in my latter teens to early twenties and, although I'm not extremely fond of much of my older stuff, if it's posted here it's likely because they contain some emotional signifi...
