Mom

Because of you, mom, I cut my wrist
I've done it so much, mom, it's hard to resist
You make me sad, mom, so I scream and cry
I run to my room, mom, and I want to die
Bloody red tears drop down my soft arm
I'm swept away in a world of self-harm
As I bleed thoughts run through my mind
I'd love to leave these memories behind
I lay on my soft bed to rest
I know that I am not the bravest
Here I lay just about to give up
I'm tired of seeing my world blow up
I do wish that I could turn back time
To back before I committed this crime
Now it's too late, mom, and all I see is black
Death has grabbed me and I can't fight back
But I won't forget this world of sorrow
For I know that you, mom, won't miss me tomorrow