I watch my sis lying there on this cold white bed
Each breath a struggle
Her face a mask of pain
She has not awakened yet
I know not if she will
It is her life you see
She was always being knocked around
She would say "oh sis don’t worry"
"I fell down the stairs"
"Oh sis I fell in the whole in the back yard"
"That is how I broke my arm"
"Sis you worry to much" she would say
Why didn’t I stop it?
I knew it was happening
Why did I ignore the signs?
Yes she assured me it was not true
But a fool could figure it out
She winced when a man would approach
Any man not just him
Now she is in this bed
Bleeding on her brain
Broken soul,
Nose
Arm
Pelvis
That is not even the bad part
The cuts are the worst
How could he carve her?
Just to see her bleed as he beat her
Cutting his initials in her stomach
Scarring her there for life
All because she interrupted his phone call
Why did I not stop this?
Why did I let her convince me she was ok?
This is my sis
I should have done something
Now it may be to late
He may have done the one thing that cannot be undone
My tears fall down onto her body
My tears mix with her blood
She will die soon
Without awakening
She will be somewhere without fear or pain
But me I am stuck here
Realizing I saw the signs
And its my own fault for not pushing her
For not taking her away
It is my fault that there is blood and tears
Written by Niyahlove all rights reserved :)
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
I watch my sis lying there on this cold white bed
Each breath a struggle
Her face a mask of pain
She has not awakened yet
I know not if she will
It is her life you see
She was always being knocked around
She would say "oh sis don’t worry"
"I fell down the stairs"
"Oh sis I fell in the whole in the back yard"
"That is how I broke my arm"
"Sis you worry to much" she would say
Why didn’t I stop it?
I knew it was happening
Why did I ignore the signs?
Yes she assured me it was not true
But a fool could figure it out
She winced when a man would approach
Any man not just him
Now she is in this bed
Bleeding on her brain
Broken soul,
Nose
Arm
Pelvis
That is not even the bad part
The cuts are the worst
How could he carve her?
Just to see her bleed as he beat her
Cutting his initials in her stomach
Scarring her there for life
All because she interrupted his phone call
Why did I not stop this?
Why did I let her convince me she was ok?
This is my sis
I should have done something
Now it may be to late
He may have done the one thing that cannot be undone
My tears fall down onto her body
My tears mix with her blood
She will die soon
Without awakening
She will be somewhere without fear or pain
But me I am stuck here
Realizing I saw the signs
And its my own fault for not pushing her
For not taking her away
It is my fault that there is blood and tears
Written by Niyahlove all rights reserved :)
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