Life not worth living

As she lyes in her bed, she thinks of what she could have done or even said.

To have prevented her mum dying
and all this pain and crying

She blames it on her self of what her life has become, that is the life without fun and the her most of all dearest loved one.

She asks her self what's the point in living.
Everything she once had is gone and her heart she is no longer giving.

She sits awake all night and thinks of going to the light.

She thinks of what god has taken, the thoughts that go through her mind,these thoughts are not forsaken.

These thoughts are of killing herself following her mums footsteps.
To on how she will do it, are no longer hidden depths.

So lay out my hand and hold this knife high when I lay it down, Hopefully I will die.