Secrets are bad,
always lurking in the shadows.
Kept in the darkest part of a heart.
I have a secret.
I rather not say what.
How do I tell anyone?
I push away the knowledge
I must say something.
For she drinks wine,
smokes pot at only 13.
This atrocious girl
is my cousin.
I love more dearly than life.
This secret haunts,
taunting whenever a chance.
A life threatened by it.
Tears at my heart,
pollutes my very soul.
Fear for her turns unbearable,
Her life I once vowed shall never be taking away
now slipping through my shaky fingers.
Who shall I bestow this
deplorable secret on?
For if her life goes so will my heart.
Too young to die,
but in to much pain to live.
Her situation is literately
killing me.
