Without You

I look up at the sky
And ask God, why?
I was only eight
And I watched you die.
Six years later,
Mom in a wheelchair.
Two years gone by
Me thinking of the past
And wanting to die.
Cutting the pain away
Almost every day.
Hoping to hit a vein,
So I can finally drain.
Wanting to go too heaven,
But knowing I'm going to hell.
I wanna see your face
And finally feel
That I'm in the right place,
Because your picture haunts me
And won't let me be.
I want you to know
That I love you so
And everything I do
Is because I can't be with you.