Why so attached?

If I could only bring one thing,

To that sad island by myself,

I would bring my sister.

She is my ride-or-die,

She is my shoulder-to-cry.

She is the peanut butter to my jelly, 

She's the laces to my shoes.

A day away from her,

Is like a day without food,

She fuels my laughter and happiness,

And unfortunately sometimes my anger too.

I'm not materialistic,

I can live without my phone, 

But living without my sister

Would be terrible

Because who likes to live on their own?