When I Look At My Little Sister Smiling Sometimes All I Feel Is This Sense Of Relief That It Was Me.

When I look at my little sister smiling sometimes all I feel is this sense of relief that it was me. I am so glad she wasn't at the receiving end of all the bullshit that happened with me. So glad she considers me important enough to share her every problem. So fucking glad she don't burden herself down like I did. Relieved because her childhood wasn't snatched away. Relieved when she looks in my eyes with all that hope, when she talks about me to her friends and asks me for the things my parents don't allow to have her. Glad that I was here before her and I made it easy for her some way or the other.