Why her

I was only a child, just in middle school When I thought being under the influence was cool All the people that I thought were my friends Just turned out to be mere detriments in the end Start drinking, you'll be the best, they said Never said though, the negatives like ending up dead Before I new it, alcohol was what I was addicted to A really stupid mistake, and this couldn't be any more true How could I let this happen, is what I always ask myself Whenever I glance a that whiskey, wine, and beer bottles on my shelf A tear always rolls down my cheek Believe it or not, this for me is a normal day of the week My little sister started to find out about me When she noticed that my life changed to anything but glee She then started to worry about me all the time I felt guilty, for committing this terrible crime A year later, I couldn't help but stay the same except for the fact that I felt more shame My baby sister got diagnosed with a fatal sickness Something that kills you but not in a matter of quickness I told myself "not her, not her", why couldn't it be me But unfortunately, cancer is blind to personality This diesease for sure has some nerve for giving my sister something she doesn't deserve Later, as her time gradually drew near I kept telling "don't worry little sis', big bro is here" "I don't think I'll make it through this" she said While she was slowly but surely passing away on her hospital bed She told me "Just promise me one thing, big bro" Anything, anything, whatever it is, I won't say no "My wish is that whenever you see another drink" "to ignore it, say goodbye to it, without so much as a blink" Those were her last words before she died And every time I thought about her I cried My morality and society's courtesy were not of congruence But this is my story of a need to stay above the influence