The song of the unfortunates

Dying...

She is dying on the inside,

Yet smiling on the out.

She doesn't know how much longer,

She can keep the voices out.

She has seen too much death,

Heard people's final breath,

She just wants to feel okay,

Even just for a day.

The knife is like a friend,

There until the end.

Until on lonely night,

It gives her a sight.

She sees up inside heaven,

And her sister, dead at just eleven.