Heaven

Heavens gates won't open up for me. All the sin in my past life. All the deceit I put my family through. Heavens gates won't open up for me. I tried to connect with my mother. She pushed me off the the back burner. We never really liked each other, it was a bad relationship. I tried to connect with my mother. I tried to talk to my dad. But tools and work were all he thought about. If a problem rose, he was out the door. I tried to talk to my dad. I tried to speak with my brother. But his fiance took up most of his time. I hope they have a beautiful wedding. I tried to speak with my brother. I loved my sister dearly. She was the person I woke up everyone morning to talk to. She was the problem solver, the angel of my life. I loved my sister dearly. But when I was home alone that night, Everything changed. I couldn't control myself. The doctor said it was depression, I said it was life, my daily routine. I found the pills in the cabinet, and I just went buck wild. I opened the safe, and there it was. The most beautiful weapon of all, the gun. I cried for a long time before I made my decision. This is the last chance you have to make everything better, my muse told me. But my head ignored my heart, and the gun was loaded. I cried as I pulled the trigger. Now my mom wishes she connected with me. My dad wishes he talked to me. My brother wishes he had spoke with me. And my sister wishes she had gone with me.