Life's been so hard,
since my sister left.
What a way to die,
knife across the neck.
Wish I could go the same way she did,
but I'm just wishing instead.
They say in time it will heal,
I can't see how.
I'm so close to just taking the knife straight across my wrist,
watching the blood run free,
while the darkness takes over me.
I'm wishing and hoping and dreaming for something that may never happen.
I couldn't leave yet though, as much as I wanna.
There's still too much sorrow,
maybe in a couple of years or months or weeks or days...
