This is My Gravestone?

I look on a headstone
And it says my name
How could that be?
Are our names just the same?

But then I see my birthday
And the day then becomes clear
I remember being on the bathroom floor
Tear falling after tear

I took the razor blade
That had seemed to be my friend
It was with me all of the bad times
Right up till the end

I clenched it between my fingers
And pressed down on the tip
I could see the red flowing
And I certainly felt the rip

I didn’t know then
That that day would be my last
I just wanted to feel some pain
I tried to make it fast

I could hear my mom calling
But I needed the pain in my wrist
I did not mean to go that far
I guess the blade went in a wrong twist

I look again at the grave
Did I really die?
It’s not like I asked for it
I wonder if “they” cried

Is this what death feels like?
Nothing much at all
Like I am just weightless
And in a continuous fall

Then I see another thing
It’s my mother’s car
She stops at the spot where I stand
Gets out, holding a rose and star
My nickname had always been starlet
Because I was always smiling
And happy everyday
But it was just a facade, inside I was crying

She was crying very hard
And then reality struck me
Like a brick being thrown
I thought how could this be?

I tried to call out to her
And make her see I was there
I tugged at her shirt
And even pulled her hair

She seemed to ignore it
Like she couldn’t really see
I screamed and cried
“Mommy this is me!”

I did not mean to die
But a razor took me away
I guess that I will learn to go on
Until another day

Listen to my words
Because this is very true
This could happen to anyone
Maybe even you