Giving Up On Me

A wise person once told me that death is the only promise in life,
And that everything else is what you make it.
Well somehow down the path I ran into a knife,
And this is what became of it.

I was 10-years-old when my father died,
I was covered in his blood as I sat there and cried.
He told me he loved me with all his heart,
And died in my arms and tore me apart.

My mother abandoned me, she sent me away,
She told me she hated me, what did I say?
I told her I would kill myself, just wait and see,
And just remember you gave up on me.

I was sent to a foster home where I began to cut,
I would blare my music with my room doors shut.
Not making any friends for I would be dead soon,
No one would cry for me, this is my doom.

At school people would ask me if I was ok,
Knowing my death was getting closer each and every day.
I'd respond, "Don't worry, I'll be fine,"
As I fight back the tears one more time.

I meet this guy, he seemed so nice,
Everyone thought he was the pick of the dice.
One day we fought, he got so mad,
He yelled so much and I became so sad.

He said that strength is when you say "I love you" for the first time in life,
But true strength is when you say "Goodbye" to the first person you love in life.
He said he was picking true strength to say goodbye,
He broke my heart and made me cry.

No matter how hard I try, I'm never good enough for my peers,
So I pick up the knife to ger rid of my fears.
At the age of 16, I've gone through so much pain,
As I slice my wrist for the blood to stain.

I know I've gone deep enough to join my dad,
I know longer have to live my life being so sad.
No one will come to my funeral, just wait and see,
But who cares I'm with my daddy, and remember you gave up on me.