REALITY

Little Sister

I want to say something to my little sister,

As you grow, things are confusing and

Sometimes, life feels pointless.

You will grow to follow others actions

And soon, they will become your own.

You will be trapped in a single coping skill

That seems to do nothing,but eat you to the bone.

Soon, your taste in things

will become sad and bitter,

Because those are the only things

that seem to make life a little bit better.

A need and a wish for someone to understand will poison your brain,

Because you know no one

can truly understand your pain.

You will give into things

that aren't right and you seem

to never learn your lesson,

while you can never seem to win this fight.

But most of all, anxiety seems

to go from just a bit of stressin, to a numbing depression.

Seems my emotions are AWOL

as my friends are getting tired,

I try to stop this darkness from rolling

in as the pelting rain seems to steal my name,

Pelting my back it does weighing me down as I crawl,

for no one can know when I will finally fall.

I'm sorry to all the people I have let down,

I have a long shameful gown,

constantly pulling me down.

For it is made of chains, always seeming to drag me backward, leaving only darkness,

Running through my veins.

But don't, don't take this on as your own fault,

There is no way you can make these emotions halt.

I'm sorry to the people I've dragged down with me,

I'm sorry because this whole time all I've ever wanted and needed

was to see life the way it is,

not the way It was

Nor the way it will be.

To see what is.

So little sister, Grow up knowing you can trust your family,

Because you are no anomaly.

Take in the small moments

in life as a memory,

and realize that God and family are the most important things

you will ever have in your life,

so listen to me and loose the strife,

Please "take in the light loose the hate and treat people right."

So give me a second, I want to say something to my little sister,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry because as you know, you are me and I am you.

Sorry to the young innocent girl inside I have left to pieces,

and now, there are merely traces

leaving the new talking to no one,

but the one who is lost,

leaving her grown.

So be free little sister.

I free the memory of you,

I am left alone so fly to the unknown

since the real you,

has already flown.