I don't think I've ever known anything quite so shocking,
I'm unbelievably weak,
Even though I've known for two days I'm still shaking,
Mummy I'm sorry you never meant to have me.
I'm sorry I was born,
I'm sorry you don't know the real me,
I wonder if over my death you'll ever mourn,
Soon a new me will be.
It would be so amazing if I could just let you in,
But I don't want to let you down again,
I can't show you how I feel within,
But I suppose it's as they all say- depression always ends.
When my wounds begin to fade,
I am too weak,
My hands, they begin to shake,
That's when I pick up the blade.
I slash at my wrists,
Because it's how I communicate my pain,
I'll try to make a happy list,
But it's an empty page again.
Mummy I wish you told me you love me,
Instead of scream your lungs out,
I wish it was the real me you could see,
And I wish you knew that I'm a coward.
Because I can't tell you how I feel,
I don't even have any friends to pull me through,
Yes mummy, these feelings are real,
But I have a friend called Mitch who reminds me a bit like you.
He makes me smile,
And re-assures me,
And just for that short time,
My smile is real.
So mummy I'm sorry I'm a mistake,
And I'm sorry I can't be perfect,
But take some time to think again,
Is your daughter really worth it?
Mummy I love you I really do,
It just hurt me bad when I found out the truth,
I'm sorry for all the things 've put you through,
I wish I could let the real me into someone like you...
