Freedom

I was told no need for cutting wrists.
How could I let myself become this?
Life wasn't going how I planned,
And nobody around me could understand.
So an angel came and took me by the hand,
She told me not to worry,and not to frown.
But I cried as I rose from the ground.
I left my brother behind,
And my mother too.
But she wouldn't care,
She probably only wants to rip out my hair.
I treated her bad,so she did back.
Respect & love is what I did lack,
So maybe I was doing her a favor by leaving.
And I bet the last thing she was doing was grieving.
While the angel led me toward the light,
The last thing I did was try to fight.
Though while I went i shed one tear,
All the dying plans brought me fear.
But I did it mom, I did it for me.
And now my hurting soul is set free.