The Loss of a Sister
I went to school listening to a teachers lecture.
I felt something bad was about to happen but threw the feeling away.
As the class ended my heart started feeling bad I wondered what is happening.
I recieveed a call from my friend's mother saying that my little sister/best friend is dead.
She hung herself in her room last night.
Five days past and I went to her funeral.
As I cried there, I cried for help from now on.
I never accepted her loss, I only shed blood in her name.
I killed innocents because of her death, blaming others and not myself for what happened.
I took that man's knife and pierced the knife into his heart, not feeling any pain, remorse, nor regret of killing this man.
All I know is I'm not the same man who had a sister.
I'm now the man without a sister, the one who lost a sister.
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