I'm sorry mother but you don't have a perfect son
He's had a life of struggle and depressions finally won
Sorry mam but the clip was emptied in his head
This will  be the last time that you put your child to bed
He lived a couple years through blades and burns
Looking bright this places is having a discount on urns
He had asked that you place him in the pyre
Just so you might see what had set him on fire
But It's not your fault he wanted none to know
No one else noticed when his smile lost the glow 
I'm sure he's looking down from a better place now
I can't imagine the pain he felt ... Wow
Here he left some binder paper much like a will
Decided to give back the pain that had made him so ill.
But may I ask who gave him the rope?
Had not one friend told him there was a better way to cope?
I'm sorry dear but my shifts in end
I'll send a colleague over until you mend
I'm really sorry about your baby though
But the night is late
I've got to go