The pain is like a constant weight on my shoulders
Shrivelling like I've been crushed by a boulder
Yet the idea of that seems to bring peace to mind
Just thinking that I could leave it all behind
Though people would cry, who would really care
To think they find joy in the memories we share
The swift movement of the blade across my wrist
My smile grows wider as my eyes start to mist
A little harder than normal, nothing more
In truly sorry mom, it seems I've made a mess on the floor
