Always wondering,
Am I cool or am I not?
Hating this life,
Staring at the knife,
Wondering is it worth it?
I don\'t care anymore,
I pick up the knife,
The metals cold against my wrist,
I feel the pain,
It\'s a sudden rush,
The trickling of blood down my arm,
The drops fall onto my bed,
It mixes with tears,
Washes away all of my fears,
Why am I doing this?
I cover up the stain,
Put the knife in the drawer,
On top of the dry red stain,
Cover it up,
Close the drawer,
I go to the bathroom and wash my arm,
Put on a sweater and go downstairs,
Mom asks if I\'m OK,
I nod my head,
And walk out the door for the last time,
See mom I lied,
I wasn\'t fine,
Now I\'m gone,
You could have helped me,
But you ignored it,
You said you loved me,
So why didn\'t you stop it?
Now you standing there,
Asking how could this be?
Well I\'m telling you mom,
You let this happen,
It\'s your fault mom,
Not mine,
You knew the whole time,
You did nothing to stop it,
Just lived your life and didn\'t care,
Well I\'m gone mom,
I\'m in the ground,
It\'s to late,
You tell yourself,
Maybe it was fate?
Bottled up with hate,
I\'m sorry I did this,
I know it wasn\'t right,
But that night,
I had no other choice
I didn\'t know what to do,
I\'m sorry mom,
You brought this upon yourself
Now it\'s over,
I\'m dead and gone,
Now go on,
Live your life,
But remember It\'s your fault,
No one else\'s,
I loved you mom,
Why didn\'t you love me?
