My sister
Dear Savannha,
You’re my older sister
My sister who told me family was everything
My sister who laughed with me and shared memories
But this was only for a short period of time
Then you were gone for a while
As a twelve-year-old, I didn’t understand it
As a seventeen-year-old, I still don’t understand it
You chose drugs over me
Over family
I’ve seen you skin and bones
With big hair and three gallons of makeup
Or on a hospital bed in ICU
Near death, you whispered to me to never forget the time we’ve had
But you’ll never remember that
Now you’re in prison
Sentenced to a year
I am used to not seeing you by now
You haven’t been to my birthday in years
I don’t know what to ask from you
If anything at all
Maybe to ask you to not use drugs anymore
Or even to come around
At Least once in a while
But even after your car accident
You still went back to drugs
Will there ever be a change?
Or will you mirror the same behavior as our aunt
In her fifties still using drugs living on the street
I just want to know when this all ends
When you’ll get a job
A house
A boyfriend that doesn’t live with his mom
Friends that are not addicted to drugs
Coming from your younger sister
This should say a lot
But it probably won’t
This letter will probably drift off to nothingness
Along with what all the rest of what anyone else has told you
So I might be wasting my breath
But I just wanted to let you know
That you make me sad
But I'll go now because you probably don’t care to read any more