Bad Memory

You stay up late at night, Hoping she'll come home, Thinking of all the bad people. And wondering what you could've done... You have flash backs, And watch her get packed, While you asked, What did I do? She looked at you in tears, And she says while she's walking out the door, "I can't be stuck in this bad memory," And that's the last she new of her. And that's the same night, You got a knock on your door, You answer in tears, And your brothers there, You hold each other, And you cry together, He tells her: First, mother. Daddy killed her. Then, daddy Who deserved to die, Little sis killed him. Then, little sis. Because she couldn't be Stuck in a bad memory. They cry And they cry. Thinking: What could we have done? "Nothing" That's what they tried to say. That was the night. Her final night. And all she wrote was: I can't live here In this memory... Hope to see you all in hell A week later it was The brothers turn. He wrote in tears: "First, mother. Daddy killed her. Then daddy. I was happy to see him die. Then lil sis, Because she couldn't stand, The bad memory. Then big sis. She felt alone. Now it's my turn. They killed me. I killed myself. I hope to see you in hell."