Loneliness, Despair, and the End

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to say
Nothing comes to mind
Nothing left in sight

Nothing comes to mind
All I left is
A word that rhymes
With insecticide

I love my family
But I can't feel happy
Strangers make me hate
All I have left is blame

I cry when I
Look at my mother
All by myself I have
Become smothered

It's all my fault
I'll take the blame
Wish that I could stay
Didn't turn out that way

Comfort in sadness
Covered in shame
It is too late to
Change my way