Perfect Child

I may not be the perfect child
I may not the best
But you should still care as i lie here with bloody wrists

As I stare at you
I cry and ask for help
You just stand there
Finishing your smoke

You never listen to me
You never stop to think
Why is my daughter so depressed
Well mom its the way you treat me

You don\'t give a damn
as i slowly die
I know I\'m going to hell
because youRe the last thing i saw when i closed my eyes