The poem is built around a brutal contrast. Most of it is a short note in quotation marks, the kind of message someone writes when they're exhausted and have run out of ways to explain. The voice is tired rather than angry. "I tried, I really did" sounds like someone who has been working hard for a long time and still feels they failed. The shift from "it was never enough" to "I don't wish to try anymore" is quiet, and that quietness is what makes it so painful. The final line, "i just wish it would stop," suggests she wants the pain to end, not to hurt anyone.
Then the poem pulls back and shows the mother reading the note, surrounded by her daughter's blood. The reader realizes what the note really is, and that it has come too late. The mood is stark, heavy, and deeply sad. The plain language and lack of decoration make it feel more raw, and the mother's position, reading words she can no longer answer, is devastating.