You say you’re my sister
But all you do is yell, degrade, and hit.
You say you’re my sister
But yet you say you don’t care.
Sometimes I wish that the past
Was here again.
Sometimes I wish that
I had already ended my life.
Yet, I know that
I should not do that.
Not yet at least.
Not until I see
My best friends wedding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem