My life is shattered.

It never mattered.

My face is still dry,

'Cuz I'll never cry.

The sorrow that took

my face from the book

and into the knife

I took my own life.

I'm sprwaled on the floor.

Stay, forever more.

The knife in my throat.

Blood staining my coat.

Don't even pretend,

'Cuz this is the end.

I know you're not sad,

and that makes me mad.

It's all just an act.

You hate me in fact.

I hate you as well.

Mommy, go to hell.