The Last Thing I Saw

Watching the blade slide across my skin
Slicing my wrist again and again
I feel the chill as the blood flows free
I look in the mirror and then I do see
My mother is standing in the bedroom door
watching and crying as I even the score
She said I was worthless and that I should be dead
So why does she stand there while blood I do shed
I wonder these thoughts and then realize
Something is wrong and fear enters my eyes.
I cut too deep and I am bleeding too fast
I call to my mother but my time has passed
She calls the police but it's already to late
My dirty little habit has sealed my fate
I tell her I love her and then my soul dies
The last things I saw were the tears in her eyes.