I might not be here when you get home

Mommy daddy
please come home
oh i miss you so
grandma said your gone for a while
you need some time to think,
but i dont think you really even want me
i use to sit alone at home,
at night crying and cutting with that old razor blade
while you were out drinking, partying some more
but you dont care about me,
not anymore
i wish i wasnt born,
i wish that you would care
i wish you were there
instead i sit at grandmas
waiting for you to come home
but when you come
i might not be here ,
i might runaway for good, forever
it'd make your life a whole lot simpiler
i might cut my wrist too far too deep
you never know what the future might hold
i might not be here,
when you get home