Suicidal Tendancies?

Have you ever known the feeling
of finding one you love
Hanging from the ceiling?

It's not an easy feeling,
And I know for a fact.
I just saw her breathing
But then i turned my back.

Slowly opened her door,
my glass hit the floor,
I ran for the phone,
Fore in this house I was alone.

At her funeral, open casket and all,
I saw the scars around her neck,
And gently began to fall.
From then on I was a wreak,
Scarred for life, no turning back.

I stare at the mirror,
To count the tears that drop
and every time I'm done, I run and grab the mop.

Every night I dream
Its always the same
Remembering your smile
and all your moments of fame,

I Silently read your diaries,
To find out what you may of became

I try to think back,
Its all in my head,
I cannot recall why she was dead.

Who's fault was it?
Was it depression, was it boys?

I walk back to my mirror,
Where Ive left all my joys.

Gazing at myself,
A figure catches my eye,
Her hanging from my ceiling,
I bend down cry.

I recall what happened that night,
Her and I were in a fight,
I should have listened to her,
She was right,
But my temper was ever so slight.

I call my mother,
I need to talk to you.
I have a confession *standing in the light*
I killed my sister that night,
It was an accident I sware,
"Let me get your father, you stay here"
I knew what was coming,
We were about to get in a fight.
I called my mother,
she turned in fright,
I jumped on her shoulders,
She fell like Boulder
Put a pillow on her face,
Told her she was a disgrace,
"Speak and you die"
"Don't you dare tell my father about that night, because if you do, the next one I'm after..
Is right in my sight.