Not even the worms

It isn't my daughter.
It isn't her.

Yes mom it's me.
Yes mom open your eyes.

See the destruction.
See the pain.

Look at the monster you've created.
Look at the face you have aged with misery.

Tick tock times almost gone.
Tick tock it will soon be over.

Behind the doors the little girls wrist bleeds.
Behind the doors she ties the noose.

Black is the color her mom wore that day.
Black is the color of her mothers heart.

Why couldn't she hug me?
Why couldn't care?

Who cares now there is no reason to...
Who cares now, for I am gone.