You suicide me

I sit in the corner of my room,
a broken razor blade clutched between my fingers.

i sit on this tree branch with the rope tied round my neck, no one even wonders where i am.

the razor to my skin, digs deeper every time. as the blood runs down my arm i cry.

you suicide me, you made me this way. do you even love me mum and dad?

doesn't anyone care enough to stop me? then obviously its the way its meant to be.

don't stop me now its to late. I'm lying in this blood red bath. the razor still between my fingers.

you suicide me, you made me this way. DID you even love me mum and dad?