Im like an ashen cigarette Most days are burning with regret I bruised her hand, I wont forget My sister was a body spent And some days this is all I do I just sit, and write, And talk to you Our lungs coated, Lips past blue What the **** can I even do?
Two months ago my sister died from "complications from cystic fibrosis" I miss her so ******* much. My sisters dead?... My baby sister. Where are you???