Angela

Late on night
I got a call
from my sister
at the mall

She'd hidden herself in a clothing rack
to hide her selfish pride
She was hiding from the world
Keeping it all inside

She told me to come get her
for she could hardly stand
she's cut herself all over her arms
lost all feeling in her hands

I scrambled around my room
trying to get dressed
I could hardly find matching socks
Up-in all this mess

I jolted past the doorman
overcome with fear
I started up my battered car
and drove on this night, clear

When I arrived at the plaza
and found the janitor
he was about to leave,
and I convinced him to enter once more

I searched the stores, one by one
in a frantic hurry
my heart racing, my mind spinning
my vision getting blurry

I thought about when she'd called me
I remember what she wore
I'd covered all the buildings
except our favorite store.

I heard a noise of sadness
I heard her plea and cry
I stayed always at her side
amazed that she's alive

I couldn't believe the state she was in
I'd never seen that much blood
her breathing stopped, she lost all strength
my eyes began to flood

I looked around the room frantically
for a phone
I had to call someone
I couldn't just go home

the first number that came to mind
startled myself so much
I called a man I once loved
and longed for his touch

If it wasn't for my sister
I'd never seen his face
without her help and coaching
we'd never had a first embrace

I called her mom and dad
I called her older sister
they've always comforted me
for so long I've missed her

on that night with the clear sky
i was swallowed by the pain
I was suffering without her
and calling out her name

the knife she used to cut herself
I'd bought for her that year
maybe if I hadn't of
She would still be here

I've walked throughout my life
wondering why?
what had hurt her so much that
she felt the need to die?

the lesson that I tell people, is that
no matter how much you cry
someone is always there to love you
and suffer when you die

do you really want to do that?
is that what you choose?
are you all that sure about how you feel?
Is that what you want to do?

I'd never wish that on anyone
a kid, girlfriend, wife
I'd never want anyone to see
the end of their friend's life...

so always be there
for your friends
I lost my best buddy
and now my story ends

but I'll tell you one more thing
before I decide to go
the consequence for not being there is death
and now you know

that not being there
is an unwise choice
tell your friends how much you care
they'd love to hear your voice.

dedicated to my sister Angela, we'll always be together, dead or alive.