It's Just Our Time

Dear sister . . .

Your skin is not paper,

So don't cut it.

Your eyes are colorful,

Don't let that fade.

Your dreams are big,

Don't let them shrink.

Dear sister . . .

I am not,

And never will be,

A perfect older sister.

I scream,

And shout,

Throw,

And hit.

I'm not much better than demons tearing at your skin,

but I'll tell you one thing,

I'm never one to watch you die.

Like I say...

"If you try to commit suicide,

I won't stop you,

But..

I won't agree with your methods.."

Don't die,

Don't cut,

Don't pop pills.

We're all fucked up somewhere in our heads..

Clyde was a fucking prick to say it so harshly.

But then again,

He was self-centered and more about Clyde than feelings.

You could be on your deathbed,

And I'll still stand right there,

In the shadows.

As a demon would,

But unlike a demon,

I'd try to take them and let them latch onto me,

To let you experience a little light.

I'd rather be suffocating in a endless void of darkness,

Dying,

Because I can't breathe,

Than to sit and watch you suffocate,

And cry,

Being ignored.

Little sister of mine,

You aren't ignored,

You're cries of help are heard....

It's up to you,

To allow us...

To help you.

~The_Silenced~

Mom loves you,

And she wouldn't want you to be hurt either.