Destruction
This room is dark
cold and decay
the life I live is but a mirror today
They all view the happy me
but they dont know
what it’s like to see
Your sister use, drink, and cut
all because of a love she thought
was true, but is not
Can’t let anyone know
the self destructive path she takes
afraid she might be make
I must protect her
but I don't know how
I am lost.
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