Mom...

Do u know how i feel
that i wish u would just chill

u know i wanna die
u know when u tell me to shut the hell up i will give you a reason to cry

i cut cause of you
that sharp metal blade shows how many times you made me cry

sometimes i feel like tellin you to shut the hell up

i hate you
you think i am u
im not

and for i am tellin you i will never follow you