My Suicide Note

Hey mom I have a secret, something you should know.
ever wonder why I'm always up stairs, why I always seem so low?
Did you notice those pins missing from your bedroom drawer?
How about the bloody hand print that's stained on my door?
What about the knives that, suddenly disappear?
And those screams you heard last night, the ones filled with fear.
Did you notice my eyes today, they were glassy and wet.
Did you notice how I never stop crying, its all about regret.
did you notice the shirts I wear, all long sleeved ones.
The blood stains on my bed, did you notice those at all?
Hey mom do you remember yesterday what I said?
Where the world would be better off, If I was said to be dead.
Well mom I still agree with it, that's what I want to tell you
I've been hurting myself lately, its something I like to do.
The way I see it, I deserve it, every little scar.
I deserve it for trusting people, those bastards know who they are.
Well mom I should end this, before I start to lose my mind
I've been hurting myself so many ways, my pain one of a kind.
I over dose, cut, whatever can make me cry.
I haven't been really careful though, few times I almost died.
I guess I hid it pretty well, I guess being bottled up is good.
you learn how to hide what you've done, but take it back if you could.
Anyway mom, you got the idea by now...I hope..
If not I guess I'll tell you, this little letter, is a suicide note.
Before you think you can stop me, think again, it's too late.
I'm long gone from home, I took a ride with fate.
I have a gun in my back seat, some "things" to calm me down first.
I forfeit this fight with life, it's won, this curse.
The only way to stop the pain, is to end life itself...
Goodbye mom, you take of yourself...
Tell everyone I said goodbye, tell them they better not cry.
It's only me that's gone, tell them I'll see them in time.
I wish there was a second chance, I'd take back what I did
If only I could, I would, but I'm really not destined to live...