Bleeding Hearts

Sister.

"You should try to reach out to her. Try to make things better."

I don't know how.

I don't know when they got so bad. I was so young. I was just a child.

I didn't understand she had a thing killing her from the inside.

Now she lives two continents and an 18 hour flight away from me. When she's staring at the hazy sky, I'm waking up for school. When she's calling me, I'm sinking into the depths of my bed. When she's visiting a therapist, I'm starting to understand what she meant when she said the word "depression" to me in the car ride to her favourite city, the last time I called her a sister.

She lives in my blood. She is printed upon my skin.

I want to call her my sister again.