loud poetry from a quiet girl

one-hundred-forty-third

wake up please.
dad's a mess,
mom won't speak.
I need you to wake up and talk to me.
I rub the engraved letters of your headboard.
sister, wake up.
the family's a mess,
help me
please.
they say everything's your fault.
I know that's not true. 
wake up so we can prove them wrong. 
I love you.
I need you.
wake up
please.
I replace the bouquet that lies on your bed and leave.

(Tell me if you need me to explain this)