*my older sister Mary wrote this poem when she was...
My little sister...

There's a curse upon my head
Perhaps I've had it all my life...

I think back
And I can’t remember...

Blood running down my skin
Everything being washed away...

What am I doing?
Why can’t I stop...

Thursday night
I had done it again...

I’m sick of having to forgive you
I don’t want to say it anymore...

I can't believe you did this
As I stare at your pale face...

When I found you
I didn't want to believe...

I hope you realize
What you’ve done...

Don’t be mad
I’m sorry for this...

I was lost today
Without you there...