She's lying on the bathroom floor.

Her parents don't know why.

Her brother is 3 months old, her sister is just 3.

She stopped breathing; her life just stopped.

She took her own life, and wasted a bottle of pills.

I'm sitting here thinking about what I would do if she were still here.

Would we be laughing; would we be crying?

My life hasn't been the same.

I miss her more and more each day.

She's lying in her coffin.

In the dress she would wear to prom.

I sat there with my eyes fixed on her.

I hoped, and dreamed that she would wake up and say that she wasn't dead.

The pain's there, I've been crying.

She's gone, gone, gone…