Oh Mother of Mine

You make me want to slit my throat
Everytime I hear your voice
You make me want to shoot myself
And you steal all my joys

Every little thing I do
I wish you'd understand
It will never be good enough
For you to love me and hold my hand

If only you knew what you're doing to me
My thoughts are psychotic
But your too busy sCrEaMiNg to see

Maybe you'll find the blood stained on the blade
Before I go back and do it again

Because next time that razor is in control of my hands
You'll never be able to stop me
From slashing the veins

What would you do right now, mother? If you knew that I was going to murder myself tonight?