Tairs of tears

My tears you tear,
My eyes are swollen.
You come to me
speaking of my mother's death.
Yet you bring me death.
Now I cut my self in pain,
why were you there on that morning?
I hate you. You had brought me the flu of death and tears.
Now I try to hung thy self before the steps, I am weak.
The sleeping pills and the Motrin and Aspirin only help to die.
You made my mother cry.
Now she is dead, and you came out innocent,
I hate you so.