I went to my room, Mom, I thought that I could hide.
They told me I was dumb, Mom, and didn't stop there.
It really hurt me, Mom, thier words sliced my soul.
I didn't provoke it, Mom, I remembered what you taught.
I was in the right, Mom, so why do they come after me?
Now I am crying, Mom, wondering what to do.
As I sit here on my bed, Mom, I think there is no hope.
Because of all those awful words, Mom, I feel I cannot cope.
The choice that I have made, Mom, reflects in no way your love.
You were my peace, Mom, an angel from above.
But those kids at school, Mom, they are the ones to blame.
Maybe this will teach them, Mom, not to point and laugh.
I'm clutching the blade now, Mom, not managing to speak.
And as thier words flow over me, Mom, my mind begins to cloud.
They probably would be sorry, Mom, to know why I am dead.
Once they hear the news, Mom, they'll wish they were kind instead.
Why do kids taugnt, Mom, it has burned out my whole life.
The pain is too much, Mom, and I'm afraid I can't take it any longer.
I have to end it here, Mom, or else I live in fear.
I'm very sorry, Mom, but now the deed is done.
I'm bleeding very badly, Mom, I wish you were here to make it better.
My breath is getting shorter now, Mom, I cannot think at all.
I see the knife and the blood, Mom, help me, what have I done?