I wrote this a long time ago, but I though I would share with others here who may be able to connect.
Once again I cry for her I cry for her, still unsure I watch her fall, I help her rise Becuase I cant rise while leaving her behind But for her to rise is for me to fall It makes her strong after all I let her win, I let her sin, I let her hateful thoughts begin I cant win without her losing Rise for me or fall for her is what I’m choosing I want her to rise so I stay down low Until my hateful thoughts begin to grow I let go and let her fall Once again she’s dead to me Once again I see her bleed Once again I felt her pain Once again I drift away Once again she cut me to In order to make herself immune Now were back to the start Now someone has to brake a heart
I wrote this poem to describe the relationship I had with my sister when we were younger. We both suffered from abuse, but it made me a more compassionate person, but she was so angry and hurt all the time. I am too, but I can vent it on people I love. It was so hard because my mother was depressed and locked herself in her room, we hardly saw her, so I took over a lot of the nurturing aspects of the household, but I also made the best venting device.
I love my sister. To the outside world she is a sweetheart, so many do not understand why I keep my distance, they don't understand how cruel she can be. I just cant put myself through the pain again.
Once again I cry for her I cry for her, still unsure I watch her fall, I help her rise Becuase I cant rise while leaving her behind But for her to rise is for me to fall It makes her strong after all I let her win, I let her sin, I let her hateful thoughts begin I cant win without her losing Rise for me or fall for her is what I’m choosing I want her to rise so I stay down low Until my hateful thoughts begin to grow I let go and let her fall Once again she’s dead to me Once again I see her bleed Once again I felt her pain Once again I drift away Once again she cut me to In order to make herself immune Now were back to the start Now someone has to brake a heart
I wrote this poem to describe the relationship I had with my sister when we were younger. We both suffered from abuse, but it made me a more compassionate person, but she was so angry and hurt all the time. I am too, but I can vent it on people I love. It was so hard because my mother was depressed and locked herself in her room, we hardly saw her, so I took over a lot of the nurturing aspects of the household, but I also made the best venting device.
I love my sister. To the outside world she is a sweetheart, so many do not understand why I keep my distance, they don't understand how cruel she can be. I just cant put myself through the pain again.
