My baby sister

Blood runs down my finger tips,
she is gone,
My baby sister, is dead,
Her body, hands cold as lead,
He did this to her,
his mind drunk,
as he hit her,
with a steal truck,
He took her life away from me,
So i can never see,
Him and her,
With a nice or nephew as their kid,
I can never call her up to go to the mall,
Or even be called aunt at all,
I have no birthday cards to send,
Or even to scare off her lover men,
I have no one,
for she is dead,
I miss you baby sister,
You'll never understand,
That my baby sister is dead.