Abused

My sister thinks she's ugly,

Cause she's been abused.

The first seven years of her life,

Spent in nine different foster homes.

The people who took her

Abused her and used her.

Sometimes, I think I hate them

Even though God tells me to love.

Cause I see the pain in her eyes

And I wish there was none.

When I first saw her,

She didn't know love.

She asked us one day,

"When are you sending me away?"

A year and a half later,

She was my little sister.

My beautiful sister

My best friend.

But she still thinks she's ugly.

The scars run too deep,

No matter what we say

No matter what we do.

And I'm scared.

So scared,

Cause what if one day I lose her?

How could I live?

Doesn't she know she's beautiful?

Her abuse doesn't define her.

Look in my eyes and see.

I'd die for her,

But sometimes she thinks even I don't love her.

I'm not enough, I don't know.

I don't know how to help her

I don't know how to beat the abuse.

My beautiful sister.

Too hurt by the world.

Don't listen to the abuse.

You're more than that.

Please.