Sister of an addict.

I've walked in on you burning the cotton into a brown liquid in the spoon.

I've walked in on you as you soaked it up in the needle from the spoon.

I've walked in on you with the charger tied around your arm.

You have a daughter, yet you still shove the needle in your arm.

The fact that you choose drugs over your child kills me.

I know I'm not perfect, but I still try to be the best mother that I can be.

You say you love your daughter with all your heart.

Really? Do you?

Yet you choose drugs over her again and again, hmm, who knew.

Yeah I use to be upset, hurt, sad, broken, cry, hell I even tried to defend you.

Now I realize that the drugs will always come before your work, family, your daughter, hell even you.

So when mother called and said "Your sister crashed her car" my heart dropped.

I really thought to myself, fuck this is going to make her daughters heart stop.

Hell no, you are getting out of it by the skin of your teeth yet again.

I know this is never going to change.

It is just going to keep happening all over again and again.

I'm just your sister.

The sister that's been there from day one and I'm hurting this much.

You are the whole world to that little girl, yet you just keep fucking it up.

So I'm just going to sit in my bed praying for your daughter.

It is just a matter of time when we are going to get that knock on the door and be told that she does not have a mother.