(CURRENTLY UNTITLED)

It's Wednesday morning.
Slower than any other.
And as time ticks by,
I'm praying for your return.
Dear sister!
You don't deserve this
If I could I would give you my life.
And sacrifice myself, I would.
I'd give you hope.
The world. You deserve more.

I'm guilty.
I have no way to help you.
And I can't live up to my promises.
For there is no one;
I would wish your burden upon.

I wish I was able to wipe away your tears.
And give you confidence, to overcome.
But there's not much I can do.
You're so far away.
And I'm so useless.

It's a slow Wednesday morning.
I hope,
You're still there.