Forget

It's dark.
It's cold.
It's nothing.

My heart.
My soul.
My death.

Did I really kill him?
Did I really hurt her?
Did I really agree to this?

God, make it right.
God, please let me die.
God, free my sister from this torture.

Make it end, stop, whatever!
Make it like nothing ever changed!
Make… me… forg—