A thing called irony

Is this what i get?
Said my mom in the room
I could see tears on her eyes
With a bit of doom

I felt like dying
After what I did
I was no longer living
I felt just like dead

I remebered what I saw
Women, Child,
Their bodies were raw

I should have never turn 21
Since it is a big mistake
To drink lots of alcohol
Give my life a shake

Now im just like dead
like those girls in the streets
Their dead bodies
Just with a meet and greet

With all those guys
That were victims of this
They will never forgive me
Even if i die like this
I will be lonely.

And i deserve
all of it
being in jail
To fight
To sleep no more
Thats why
I was at a bar before.