I sit here cutting my vanes...
Watching the blood run down my arm.
Wishing that all the suffering will stop.
But yet it continues.
Because of her I sit here...
The way she treats people is barbaric.
As I watch time tic away.
I think...it’s all over.
No more pain...
No more suffering...
No more insanity...
No more mom...
For all the hate she's done.
All I have to say is...
Thanks for nothing.... Mom...