i would cry a million tears,
to show you the light,
to give you something to hold,
to give you someone to understand.

but I am that someone,
I understand what you are going through,
and it brings me to my knees to see you like this
because I want to reach out a hand to you.

i am your sister by bond,
i care for you with all my heart,
but your words hurt deep,
and the rebound off.

i see what you are doing to yourself,
and I wish I could help,
but when I just try,
you push me so very far away.

you cry out of lonliness,
but there are people standing right there,
you just won't see them,
and I wish you could.

what difference does it make
when I am there for you
for you don't listen to my words
or take comfort in knowing I hear you.

i see right through you,
I am someone you can trust,
but you won't come to me,
when I desire to just wipe your tears.

i've take the time to know you,
to see you've grown in these years,
grown as a person and artist,
sometimes I envied you.

you had the money,
you had the brains,
you had the skills,
you had the looks.

i just couldn't compare,
and then you measured yourself against me,
you said your felt pathetic,
well you've had a lot more then I have.

I am not you,
and you are not me,
we are sisters and friends,
but we are truly not the same.

I used to be so jealous of you,
now I have happiness on my own,
happiness that I longed for years,
now what do you want?

you have to live this life
to the fullest and the best you can,
to enjoy it with it simplicity,
and to live in the present.

what does the past matter
or the future
when your present state is so horrible
and we all see.

I wish you could take my hand
and that I could lift you up
high above the clouds
to bathe in the light.

but I can only do so much
without you be willing
and do you understand that
or do you not get my gist friend?