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—
