You used to have eyes.

Big ones, dark brown, and deep.

Now you have circles, holes where those eyes once were.

They do not see. They are dead and shallow.

You used to have ears.

You were a listener, hearing every utter someone said.

Now you have simply the shape.

They do not hear. They reflect all sound.

You used to have lips.

They were delicate, and spoke beautiful sounds.

Now you have trash.

They do not love. They spit, ugly sounds.

You used to have a body.

It was healthy, and young.

Now you have a skeleton.

It cannot protect you. It is weak, and weathered.

You used to smile, now you scowl.

You used to smell the flowers, now you snort the coke.

You used to feel the grass, now you push the heroin.

You used to hold your baby's hand, now you roll a joint.

You used to love with all your heart, now you let anyone do anything.

You used to carry water, now you carry a bottle.

You used to be my sister, my best friend. Now you are almost lifeless, and the worst nightmare I could ever

imagine.