I lay here in my bed,
my hands underneath my head,
i feel the blade against my skin,
the cuts so deep and thin,
the blood runs lightly down my arm,
as i sit here and cause my self harm,
i think of you,
how our love was true,
the memories remain,
and i express the pain,
the blade is sharp,
the room is dark,
i sob alone in my room,
I'll soon be laying in my tomb,
pass me off to Satan please,
as i sit and cry i fall to my knees,
my heart beating faster,
my thoughts going too,
the blood comes stronger,
as i cry for you,
i slice again,
and grab the pen,
i take some paper,
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry for what I've done,
I couldn't stand to feel this shun,
Please remember that I love you,
and I'll be there to watch over you,
I love you and,
I'm really sorry,
Love you always,
your angel,
slowly i feel,
me pulled away,
no longer will,
they let me stay,
before i go i kiss the note,
I place it lightly on her coat,
there i lay on the floor,
I'm hurting no more.
