suicides perfect night

tonight will be the night
i'll go get some rope
tie the knot above my bed
hang it 'round my throat
i hear my mother coming
so slowly up the stairs
her heavy footsteps stomping
i know that no one cares
the little things that bother me
before the time i die
the sound of mother's breath
will quicken with my death
she will be angry and
punish my sins
for suicide
cannot be forgivin