Mommy.

Mommy,I'm unhappy.
Mommy,I'm in pain.
Mommy, I think I'm going insane.

Mommy, I'm tired of trying, Laying in bed at night crying. Because of things he didn't mean to do, says you. Well Mommy, I didn't mean to slit my wrist, Do you think I'm telling the truth?

Mommy, He don't care. Or even try to understand. So why should I?
Mommy, Sometimes I want to end it. It will only take one bullet, but these voices in my head scream "Don't do it!!"

Mommy, I can't stand the pain, Being put down and called names. But Mommy, I've tired to keep my head. And block out all the hurtful things he says. But mommy, He's pushed me to the edge, And I'm about to jump. And Mommy, He caused it.