I was never the same after we moved.

Life was different, so i changed too.

I didn't make friends right away,

Like my parents promised I would.

They fought more, or maybe it

Was a normal amount. I tried.

To keep in touch, to make friends,

To lose the accent. It didn't work very well.

I was never the same after you cut yourself.

I cried. Of course. For what was then,

And what was now. For what it seemed

It always would be. You didn't tell me why, Not at first. I had to hear from my mom.

We were supposed to be best friends.

But you didn't trust me with your pain.

What was wrong with me? I ask that a lot now.

I was never the same after your mom died.

I had been to a few funerals, but none

Made me cry like that. Seeing you all broken,

Losing my aunt, watching

My mom's best friend lying there.

In a casket with the baby cousin

That never even got to take a breath,

Or meet her excited family members.

I was never the same after i watched you

Shake with tears, collapsing.

Or after he broke my heart, and that

Other guy broke yours. We still

Didn't keep in touch very well. Even

After all that had happened between sisters.

I was never the same,

After we grew up.