Joey was 10 when her sister died
She weeped and sobbed and she cried
Joey was 11 a year after her sister died
She pulled out some books and had no where to hide
Joey was 12 two years after her sister died
She ignored her friends and drowned in her pride
Joey was 13 three years after her sister died
her body grew weak and her appetite would glide
Joey was 14 four years after her sister died
she picked up the razors when her happiness defied
Joey was 15 five years after her sister died
she painted lips black and hair was pink-dyed
Joey was 16 six years after her sister died
her eyes grew too sore, longing to be by her sister's side
Joey was 17 seven years after her sister died
the memory remained, it felt like the wind had lied
Joey was 18 eight years after her sister died
she just could not find, whats missing inside
Joey was 19 nine years after her sister died
she grew too tired and took her last ride
Joey was 20 when her parents celebrated her death
her sister too
burning their letters together
as the sky turned dark blue
this was the story
of how Joey lived her life
when her sister
killed herself
that very cold night
