I glanced at the clock
Probably for the second time in 30 seconds
Time seemed to be inching by treacherously slow
I don't think I can tolerate this waiting room anymore

In the waiting room a minute feels like an hour, an hour feels a year
And for each second that ticks by, you loose more and more and hope
When waiting to find out if your own mom is alive or dead
You just want to sink away into another world where everything is okay

I try to push the thought out of my head, but deep down I know I caused this
It’s just.. She has always had the most despicable attitude of hatred towards me
She makes me feel like i’m worth nothing, like I could just vanish and no one with notice
I didn’t mean to put her life in danger, I just wanted to show her not to mess with me
I should've just put down the knife..

I heard footsteps approaching the waiting room door
My heart was racing, I was at the edge of my seat
The doctor walked in with a desperately sorrowful look on his face
He was extremely straightforward, and with only two words he said
“She’s dead”

I fell off my chair in shock, it seemed like the whole room was spinning
The guilt was stirring so deep inside of me I couldn’t function anymore
I sat on the cold tile floor to try and gather myself
I rocked back and forth, back and forth
This all sunk in, slowly

I got up and calmly paced around the room
I halted in the middle of the room and stood there with a poker face for around 10                  seconds
Then swiftly and unexpectedly I ran and jumped out the window
The glass shattered and I fell through easily, as if it was meant to be

A jump off a 20 story building actually seems quite long while falling
None of the thoughts going through my head were regret
Me and my mom have both committed unforgivable sins 
Now we can reunite in hell