There once was a time when I felt safe.
I remember it clearly.
I was young and you were always there,
To heal me,
To fix me,
To sew me up,
And now,
Your
Gone.
You used to pick me up when I fell down.
You used to kiss my wounds and clean them when I got hurt.
You used to hold me when I cried.
You used to be my saviour when I didn't know who to turn to.
You used to tell me that you 'Loved me.'
I don't understand it.
"I Love You Little Sister."
How can I even listen to those words when you aren't here anymore.
We weren't even blood siblings.
We were neighbours.
And then we became close.
Now,
Are you sure you even care?
Because I'm almost positive you don't.