Survival

Survival.
What's the point?

All I do it make life worse.
For everyone...
Except you.

Do the others matter?
One happy person is more important then two-million sad.
At least in our book.

Someday we'll forget each other.
But how about we just focus on now?
No matter how far we go, I always know
we'll be connected in a special way.

Some people may call us crazy,
what ever they call us, only we will know the reason for the things we do.
We're more then friends.

We're sisters.
People call me stupid, tell me it'll hurt more once it's over.
But I'm the kind of person who only thinks of the present.

So until the day we either die, or leave each other,
Your my sister and I'll love you till the end of time.

So here's a poem.
A tribute to you.
For nothing but gratitude.
Thank you.