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Mommy, when I went to school today,
I asked them if they would stop, mommy,
I tried to answer a question, mommy,
Why is this happening to me, mommy?
I can't take it any more, mommy.
The pills are in my pocket, mommy.
Please don't feel guilty, mommy.
I'm sorry, I must go now, mommy.
Please pray for me, mommy.
I'll miss you a lot, mommy.
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The kids all laughed and stared.
They made fun of my clothes, mommy,
And the way I wore my hair.
I begged and pleaded and cried.
But it only made them laugh harder, mommy.
It was tearing me up inside.
But I got it wrong.
They told me I was stupid, mommy,
They told me I was dumb.
Did I do something bad?
Why do they treat me like this, mommy?
Why do they think it's cool?
It's gone on way too long.
They treat me like I'm different, mommy.
They say I don't belong.
I wonder if this will work.
I hope that I'll die quickly, mommy.
I hope it doesn't hurt.
Tell daddy it's not his fault.
Please tell my big sister, mommy,
That she helped me out a lot.
I've taken all the pills.
I'm starting to get dizzy, mommy.
I'm starting to feel ill.
Pray that angels will take me away.
Please ask God a favor, mommy.
That with him I will always stay.
I'll miss dad and my sister too.
I want all of you to know, mommy,
That I'm sorry, and I love you.