Crap I can't think of a title

...And it makes me sick how weak my sister is.

I hate that you're like this
I hate that you want to die
I hate that you won't fight this
And that I won't let myself ask why
I hate that the world did this to you
I hate that you did this to us
I think I'm finally through with you
I'm cutting through the crust
Find some pills
to kill yourself with please
Don't be afraid
Maybe you'll inspire a twist of peace
You keep on saying you're so ugly
Now when I see you that's all I see
You're breaking them apart
They're not as strong as me
You're shredding their poor hearts
By the way you speak
She just tries to talk to you
You just can't make yourself choose
So kill yourself tonight, Just like you've planned your whole life
Commit the homicide
Leave us all to fight.
And kill yourself tonight.