Suicide note

What did i do to deserve this?
if i die would i even be missed?
why does my mother hate me so?
why am i unwanted? Ive no place to go
my mums out drinking, why cant she see?
i need her here, she has a place to be?
but nobody hears her cries at night,
nobody See's her scars, none in sight,
with all these questions running through her head,
she starts to feel dizzy and sits upon her bed,
holding the rope that will someday lead to her death,
she writes a letter, scared she looses her breath,
she stands on a chair with a rope around her neck, steps off now shes dead.
with the letter placed neatly on the desk, it said:
sorry mum for the mess,
at least i remembered to wear your favorite dress