My Sister

Dribble dribble, bleed bleed...
slicing the skin indeed...
no laughter no smile...
and shes not consider a child...
her pretty face is going to waste...
all the love she has she does not care...
no one will ever try to dare...
because we know she would, after she stood...
no want for help inside..
don't think this is some kind of ride...
because deep down inside, you can see her whine...
drugs in her hand...
shes drops and lands...
in a place she don't want to be ...
and cant make herself happy...
worried sick in my sleep...
for i awaken in hope to keep...
never would i want her to die ...
i would terribly miss all the good times...
i love her to death...
so i beg you god don't put her to rest!

-by Jessica dellavecchio
9/13/05