Through terrible news
Comes my panic attack.
I can't breathe,
& I need someone.
So I ran to you.
I burst through your door,
Ran into your room,
To find you buried into your blankets.
I pleaded to you,
I told you what had happened.
You said,
I know.
You also say;
I need to be alone.
& I'm going through a lot.
Just leave me be.
I say;
Brother,
I need you.
Please, just let me be with you.
You say;
Go away.
Come back later.
I'll call you
Later.
You never called.
"Go away. Come back later. I'll call you later."
Those words kill me.
You kill me.
I am your sister.
I have always been there for you.
Even when you walked away,
I stayed right where you left me.
I've been your solid ground.
Your sanctuary.
Your sister.
Your friend.
I'd do anything for you,
& you told me you'd call me
Later.
& that kills me.
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