You
Your older sister was the one to find you
When she walked into your room on that Sunday night
A neatly made bed with freshly washed sheets
Not a thing out of place
But a note clutched in your white fist
She thought you were sleeping at first
Mistook the silent chill for something else
But it became apparent soon
That your room was a battlefield
With wars and casualties
Fought every night
And you had finally lost.
Your funeral was drowning
Your mother never cried so much
She tried to talk about you
But the words were stuck in her throat
Like a knife in her chest
Those salty drops smeared mascara down her face
And falling further and further down
Because you, her baby girl, walked a tightrope every night
And she wasn't there
And you fell.
Your little brother didn't understand
Smooth skin and paper notes
He couldn't understand, not yet
Why you couldn't play with him anymore
Why your room was always locked
Your parents tried to explain to him
Of angels and heaven and moving on
But he couldn't understand why someone as amazing and beautiful as his sister
Would choose to leave
It haunts him at night
Your father doesn't smile anymore
He never said it but you were his pride and joy
Now he wishes he had
Before the demons latched on to you
Dragging you down
Maybe he could've helped
Maybe you'd still be here
To smile and laugh and talk
The maybes plague him and he can't focus
An empty bottle of pills, an untouched room
How could he have left you alone?
Your family's not the same now
Not without you there
The dinner table is one light
The car rides are too quiet
They keep flashing back to that Sunday night
To the bottle of pills and the note
When they left you alone
When they ignored your silent pleas for help
And they each blame themselves.
How could you leave your family?
How could you leave them alone?
You were the glue that held them together
And you were the love they needed the most
But it's too late now
You've made your bed
And now we must lie in it
A bottle of pills
A crumpled note
A closed casket.
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