Her life (in the eyes of the younger sister)

Three years ago, today
My big sister past away
I lie in bed and wonder why
My role model had to die

I wipe my tears
And think about the years
All the times I missed
All those days without my big sis

People are always telling me
Just to Be all that you can Be
Well she never had that chance,
She didn't get to go to any dance.

I know that she would want me
To be what she could never be
Want me to live my life
To not give in to the strife

She messed up, and she paid
In that ground, now she's laid
They talk about how she was wrong
Well I hope you are happy, now she's gone.

She messed up, I understand that
But why do you have to talk sh*t?
I'm tired of this and the fact
That all of you are to immature to just drop it.

*hope you all like...it is part 2 to the poem "Life", criticism is welcome!*