Dying

I painted a picture of a blue sky,
our family (the way we were, before we died)
I hung it in your bedroom, so that you won't forget
we used to be so happy, you used to be a kid
before mom took emma, before dad went away...
it's sad to think we had that, but worse to know it's gone
from me to you, with sincerity, I won't ever leave
but I'm tired, I'm weak from the smeared ink of it all
black skies, I paint our funeral
we died 'cuz long term ain't meant to be
our house is painted new colors, move on, forget the blood inside
I'm tired and I can't feel my heart
I'm dead and I can't paint blue skies
I hope you can remember the way it all used to be,
I hope you remember how much she loved you.
because I can't