I went to wake up my mom one day,
I wanted to know if I could go out and play.
I went in her room, but I got there too late,
It was excatlly at eight,
When she pulled the trigger right before my eyes,
All I could do was gasp in surprise.
On her bed, she laid dead, with a hole through her head.
On her once white sheets,
Was blood everywhere.
I didn't know what to do so i just stood there.
It finally struck me what I had to do,
I ran down the stairs, shaking, my lips blue.
I grabbed the phone and called my dad,
I told him what i saw, and that my mom was dead.
He started to cry, and told me he would be right there,
I thought my mother loved me, I thought she cared.
Why did she have to end her life?
Why couldn't she have talked about it? Now Nothing will be alright.
It keeps running through my head,
I can't even go near her bed.
Thinking of her makes me hurt inside,
I hate that I witnessed my mother's suicide.


 
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