My sister, my friend.

Laverne and Shirley they called us in High school.

We were the best of friends always together, and always smiling.

She was my shoulder and I was hers.

She was always there to wipe away the tears.

We played softball together, on the field we were the perfect team.

I taught her to swing, and she taught me to slide.

All the nights I cried myself to sleep, she was there telling me it would be okay.

I feel as though I have lost my best friend.

Shes not my baby sister anymore. Her eyes are dark her face is weary.

She has grown up so fast and the drugs, pain, and tears only make it worse.

I want so bad to get her out, but it's no longer in my hands.

I would do anything for her, but for the first time I feel like I have let her down.

Maybe one day I will find that pretty little girl again, but for now all I can do is pray for God to do what I cannot.