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Sister


High school is over, Hey i've made it this far. I've got a job, with some money.My friends, and a car. I wont do what you did.I wont throw it away because you stand there now, and have nothing to say. You've embarassed yourself.Gone down the wrong path. Made bad decisions.And came to a crash. Married at twenty.Mistake number one. Do you regret now. all the things that you've done? Took too many pills. almost killed your best friend. What would you have done if that night was the end? You sat down with your friend and you shot a few lines then drove right on home, told your mom you were fine. Remember that night, you were slipped LSD. Drove home without knowing, and could barely see. I remember, I was there did not a thing but stop and stare. You're Five years my senior, like a fly on the wall. I silently watched, you all take the fall. What ever happens, I'll blame myself. Because I was there. me...no one else
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