The Note

I walked to your bedroom,
It was just a typical day
I had to wake you up for church,
Were all sinners, so we have to pray

Pray for forgivness, for it was the day,
A Sunday morning, that we all paid,
You had just been up the night before,
Talking about what I tried to ignore,

God only knows I now wish I had listened more.

I had got to your door, and knocked on the door lightly,
I tried turning the knob but it held a grudge tightly,
This was odd, for it had never done this before,

I was never prepared for what was brought forth.

It was almost 6:50 at that point, church started at 7:15,
I decided we all could go to a later service,
You needed the rest, I remembered when I was a teen,
I went back down the hall, and there I sat in my chair
The chair I sat in when you were a little girl, and I braided your hair

It was 11:00 at this point, an hour away from noon,
It was strange you hadn't gotten up yet,
As I thought you would have woke up soon,
I went down the hall, and back to your door,

I tried to turn the knob again, but it did not budge,
I called for... I don't even remember.
All I remember is the key was there,
And it was turned-

 Turned to the blood bath that soon occured

I felt my face go pale, I felt my eyes go fuzzy,
I was struck with panic,
As the only word that came to me was "bloody",
I could only think of the day before,
As I watched you go into your room and slam the door,

I must have been in shock

Now I'm looking down at your place of rest,

I'm sorry I was no avail to you.
I'm sorry you couldn't get up off your knees.
I should have been there to support you,
But all I did was seize.

We all get home, and I walk past your bedroom door,
I go to mine, I collapse on the floor,
I'm crying. I'm praying. I'm pleading.  
I should have never not listened to you,
I wish I would have realized that before.
I should have never closed that door.
I wish I wouldn't have made you feel like you had to close yours.