Questions

I always get asked the same questions. “How did you get through that awful situation?" "How can you still breathe knowing she is gone?” Next comes “Just give it some time,” insinuations. “Don't worry Laura, you did nothing wrong.” That day. ...It was that exact day... -when I had to say, “Good bye and I love you, and talk to you soon.” Because of your very final masquerade, You're guilty tears can fill up a room, You tore your soul open with all the games you played. But you had that thing... That nagging and itchy pestilence, But this time you obliterated your innocence, And you swallowed shattered glass and left no evidence. Today I was asked a question... “What was the most important event in your life? I can honestly answer with no hesitation, The day my unbalanced sister chose to die. You violently made a negligent decision, With no thought of consequence, Your death was planned with careful precision, So perfectly careful and miserably intense. As time passes the minutes grow longer, As each day ends the same, Sure your death has made me a little stronger, But only you, is who I constantly blame. Everyone always says, “It was just God's will”, And I do believe that to some extent, And here I lay restlessly trying to rebuild, My crooked life since you got up and left. But yes is no and no is maybe, And maybe doesn't give me any answers, Once you were the one who saved me, No you've become my undying cancer.