August 29, 2016

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

My sister used to sing that song, before she killed herself.

I guess I'm not too shocked right now.

I probably should've told someone,

when I saw those rusted lines all over her thighs.

But who could turn on their oldest sister,

the only one that was supposed to always be there?

I didn't even cry when I found out.

I don't understand why she did it,

why she left me.

But I forgive her anyways.

It's not her fault,

everyone drove her away.

I think about following her,

but I also know that's her biggest fear.

Doesn't she see she left me alone?

I guess she doesn't care.

Maybe we're all just meant to be blown away,

kind of like ashes.

Isn't that funny?

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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