It is 2:00 AM

[Grell]

Sister of my blood:
Your poison is on my tongue;
Your actions have cut us deep,
And so our world falls into sleep.
Our minds, tired and weary,
Hope only in the morning
Things won't be so dreary;
That this will all have been a dream,
And no one will have to take you away
From this unruly scene.

Sister of my heart:
Though your words have torn us apart;
I still hoped for you the best,
To beat down what had come to rest.
And our world has been torn asunder
By your angry bellows of angry thunder,
And the cries and threats of violence
That hang in the air
Even after you're taken away from here.

Sister of my blood:
You've wounded me!
The cuts and bruises on my heart
Aren't as apparent as those upon our mother's breast.
From your relentless teething:
Pulling, pushing, beating hatred.
And how we hate what you've become!
But you can't see us loathing
For your own decisions cloud your mind,
And hide from you the truth of your kind.

Sister of mine:
What happened to us?
To be causing such a fuss,
The world seems to have stopped turning.
And yet it seems,
It will not cease, this growing yearning;
To return to yesteryears unphased
By the horrible choices you have made.
Sister, my sister,
Where have you gone?





Afterwords: Now that you've read this poem, allow me to give you some insight. At 1:00 AM, I was awoken by my mother. My 14 year old sister was brought home by the police. She was heavily intoxicated. The police went outside, and I, my two friends, and my mother stood in the living room. My sister ranted and raved, fighting with my mom. She would get up, and my mom would throw her back down on the couch. She threatened me. My sister tried to tell my mother, in her own house, what she was allowed to do and what she would and would not do. She even tried to drag one of my friends into it. The curtains on the window were open, and the police were watching from their car on the corner. When my sister punched my mother, they broke into the house, hand cuffed her, and took her away. She is being screened at the hospital now, and then they will take her to Juvie.

Ten years ago, I watched my elder brother beat my mother up while he was drunk. I was only six at the time, and so it was something that has been prominent in my memory for some time. I was hoping my sister, who has been a drug addict and alcoholic for some time, would not get that far.

Its now almost 2:30 AM. I can't sleep.

[Hardcore]

It's actually 6:50 AM.
Your sister is fourteen.. and "was an alcoholic and drug addict for some time"? How long are we talking..?

And it only took you an hour to write that poem? Nice job. o.o
6:52 AM.

[Pennyroyal Tea]

It was when she posted the poem. If that was an attempt at humor it was wrong.

[Hardcore]

Actually, Andre. It's time zones.

[Pennyroyal Tea]

No. She lives in the same timezone as I do. One hour behind the east, when she posted it, the time was 2:30.

[Hardcore]

I swore I saw this topic posted around 6:00...

[Pennyroyal Tea]

You shouldn't swear. It's bad.

[Grell]

Hannah has had a problem with drugs and alcohol for around... going on two years now, I think. I know she's had sex three times with three different guys.

[Hardcore]

At age fourteen? That's insane.

[Grell]

Yeah, I know. I'm not even kidding.

[Hardcore]

I hope you're exaggerating then. x_x

[Grell]

I wish I was... She told me about the sex herself. At one point she thought she was pregnant.

[Hardcore]

How are things on this issue now?

[Grell]

She's doing better. She's going to try to quit smoking with the new year. I really don't know how long it will last.

[Hardcore]

That's good. How long was she in jail?

[Grell]

She wasn't. They let her off as long as she behaves. She's got some other terms, community service or some such, though.