Look..

Look at the cuts
spread aross my body
some are short
others rather long

look at the cuts
they vary in depth
some deep
some barley break the skin

look at the cuts
flowing out slow; my blood
my heart is starting to race
whats wrong with me

look at the pills
they lay in my hand
easy to end it
to end this life

look at my note mama
sorry its a lil smeared
i seemed to cry when i wrote it
sorry there are any mistakes mama

knock down my door
find me of the floor
wonder what is wrong
see a puddle of blood

you didn't have to see me mama
not like this
you didn't have to save me mama
i've had enough

look at the cuts mama
look how deep
look at the cuts mama
night mommy... i'm gonna go to sleep