Would They Remember Me?

I sit here on my bed,
And watch my own tears fall.
I think of how much I want to die.
Would they remember me at all?

I take a look at my wrist,
And slide my fingers down my skin.
This has always been my only way,
Of letting everything out from within.

I wish my life was perfect,
So I wouldn't have to deal with all the pain.
I know it's wrong but I just can't stop,
Cutting each and every vein.

Sometimes I really wonder,
If my own family cares.
Sometimes I wish they did.
But fu** it...life just isn't fair.

Would you ever help me through my problems?
Would you catch me if I fall?
And what if I died, Mom?
Would you remember me...at all?