letter to my sister.

Methadone slave to save the sickness,

its sad to just sit there and witness,

watching your Sister life's wasting,

Taking beans to chase that bitter taste,

All cause addictions a bitch,

Like me you fiend but this time,

I'm the one whos clean,

I wish i could stop by and visit,

Hug Trenton but your goof man is always threatening,

Plus not to mention opiates holds your soul,

Forever to remain until the struggle you hold,

Is no more then a map for the journey you've strolled,

The baby brother feeling half grown n old,

Helped you flea and get on your own,

You're drawn to the old, Like a moth to the Light,

So as my life continues to take flight,

I wish you the best with you plight,

Love you Sister.