TO mY mAmA

Mama hey, its your daughter, its me.
I only wanted to show you,
how sad I really am, I want you to see.
When I get sad, cutting is what I do,
and when it seems people dont really care,
I take a couple hits of a drug.
To you I know this isnt fair,
but I need a counselor not a hug.
I dont want to be sent away
but If it will make me happy, then let me go.
and to God I've already tried to pray
to all my prayers his reply was a no.
Mama, understand, you did no wrong.
Its my fault, but I really did try.
To get better it will take so long
but mama, its me who wants to die
Mama I love you
but I really need help
show me mama, please what I'm supposed to do.
Hayley ©