I know you know... but do you really know?

My gental sister you hold me when things go wrong, you help me up when I fall even though i know it hurts you.
Why do I make you do all these things? Why do I always run to the the storm celler when only mist is in the air?
I love you my sister... my gental sister, you hold me close, and tell me its all going to be all right, even when we both know its not.
you always aer there to dry the tears, to close the open wounds... i can never thank you enough for all you do to save me... and what do i give you in return but more heart ache... mor stress and problems.
Why do we hurt the ones who mean the most?
Whenb ever my feeble wall of strength breaks, i dive behind the protection of your arms, watching the tears swell in your eyes because they fall freely out of mine.
There is absolutly no reason to force my problems on other people... they don't need it... so why then do I force them onto you?
You say its always darkest before the dawn, and my night has just begun, well the dawn never reaches some, i don't think im one.