It's been two and a half weeks now, Paige isn't here to speak for me anymore so I'll speak for her now that she can't. The funeral is today and my foster parents have gone back to their normal abusive ways. I've dressed in all black and were in front of the coffin. As I look down on her dead body I wonder how the crash happened, I still haven't been given details. I stood at the alter, and just like when I was 6 I will tell a speech about my sister. But instead of proclaiming my love, I read her diary. Every poem she's written since I was 6 I read one after the other. I haven't heard any of them twice until now. I imagine her voice reading them as she wrote them just as I'm reading them now. I sat down and listened to others say false, half hearted things. No one new her properly, not like me.
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I'm tired
Mentally and physically
I want to close my eyes
And never open them again
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I will carry on my sisters ways.
I will always love her.
YOU ARE READING
Brave
RandomA little girls diary entry of her big sisters diary entry's, each paragraph involves the whole day of the day her big sister Paige's diary entry is on. I won't lie, it's a bit depressing and has a lot of random depressing poems I got off the interne...
