She changed over the years
Letting her heart tear and peel
Making me worry that she might eventually fade away.
She was never like this
I mean broken, torn and sorrowful
She was born a chubby bundle of joy
And I would sleep off in the softness of her laps.
She reached out to me, consoled me and stood with me.
She was the tiger In my tiny chest
Making everyone think I was as strong as I acted.
She is my little sister and I adore her.
Now I am watching her fade as this is all slowly killing her.
Tampering with her moods and mind,
She is lost in her thoughts, in her world.
I need her to wake up!
This sleep seems forever, please wake up.