no, it's funny it's just bc I'm ur sister, forget it ur sister for a second, and you'll laugh
You said you could never forget i was your sister
I was 'proper young' when you hugged me so tight my back cracked.
I was proper young when you tried to leave this world, the first time when no one knew.
we both hung ropes from the same tree but you weren't making a rope swing.
I was 'proper young' when we were inseparable, u say we were so close but, I don't remember
well I guess that's when the drugs kicked in
the u I remember growing up with was never around
when u were u were having secret chats with dad
sneaking out to the back of the garden and coming back smelling funny
I assumed that was just how teenagers smelt
I was slightly less young when someone burnt down your caravan
the one in our garden the one u use to disappear off to
I didn't tell you at the time but that really scared me
the u I grew up with use to get bought home beaten and bruised, i wonder why
u use to argue back and forth with mum
use to buy what naive little me thought were cool-looking trays and weird boxes and tubes
u use to cry in secret
but so did i
we weren't as close as we were when i were proper young but when you heard me crying in my room at night you hugged me so tight my back cracked
u don't remember that tho bc of ur funny smelling plants and weird-looking pills
now that I'm not so young I know what u went through and I understand your pain
I wish we stayed close I really do
YOU ARE READING
i guess that's when the drugs kicked in
Poetrytw drugs poem about how drug abuse can affect people around you