My Last Choice. Poem by Danielle Vincenzi

I’m sorry for what I’ve done,
I’m sorry for what I’ve said.
I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I was born,
I’m sorry I am not the perfect child.
Why can’t you see I’m trying to make your proud.

Nothing I do
Is ever good enough for you

I hope some day you won’t call me names,
I hope some day to love myself.
I just want you to love me, like I love you.

One day I wont want to die,
One day I wont think about suicide.
I just hope that one day, you will care about me.

Mother, this is my goodbye,
Its time for your daughter to die.