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A Piece of Me Has Gone
My sister was just an ordinary person filled with love and laughter.
Just wanting to be like other people enjoying what life brings.
Now I am wishing I could I have said something before, but now can’t because of what happen after.
Somewhere up above I know she is watching over me.
It feels like I have a black hole filled with anger and hatred now,
Wondering why she must be taken.
Sometimes I just want to jump out my skin, never caring to even be seen again.
I know everything happens for a reason, but questioning what must I have done to deserve such treason.
I don’t feel like I have a heart anymore just an enormous incarcerated door.
You may think I am filled with nothing, but hatred and darkness.
I am just showing you how it feels to almost be heartless.
People say just let this thing go. I wonder what they would do if they were in my shoes.
Countless hours of no sleep just sitting there trying to figure out why must it damage me so deeply.
Pain and sorrow can’t even express the way this thing is, but it hurts way too bad in my chest; I know part of it is stress.
Knowing I couldn’t do anything to save her is like signing a death wavier.
A chapter of my life ends before it begins.
Now I am wishing I could have said something, and hoping it was just a dream. I have cried so much it feels like tears turn blood.
Somebody hear my cry, from the inside even though I hold it in so you can’t see it on the outside.