Maybe in Another Life

Maybe in another life,

my dad wouldn't leave

when I was only eleven.

I wouldn't have to learn so young

that some hugs only live on in memories.

Maybe in another life,

my sister would never hate me,

and my home would still feel

like a place where I belong.

Maybe in another life,

the pain wouldn't be so heavy,

and there would never be a day

when I believed giving up was the only way out.

But this was the life I was given.

The life where I learned to smile

with a broken heart.

Where every memory hurts,

every absence weighs on me,

and every night is a little harder to survive.

Sometimes I look up at the sky

and wonder what my life would have been like

if none of it had happened.

And I always end up thinking the same thing...

Maybe in another life.