No purpose

Did these walls always bleed?
When my knuckles were sore
From my mother's hands I feed
Love was for myself and more
Time will never heal my regrets
Sacrificed her for this realization
To such cruelty I placed my bets
My existence is the work of nothing
Left in the dark with the world
On shattered bottle and skull
Hands race to a knife so dull
The crows flew drenched in cold
I'm more alive then my mother
With her smile not any other
This is a tale that I never tell
To the dark notes these words sell

I am nothing with no purpose